Hearing the piercing alarm, several figures clad in Third-grade Alchemist robes emerged from the various alchemy rooms on the second floor. Most of the alchemists looked rather grim, and a few were even covered in soot and dust. Clearly, they had been in the middle of refining pills when the sudden alarm caught them off guard.
The gathered alchemists were somewhat dumbfounded. Every Alchemist Guild had defensive formations, but most of them had never been activated. Having lived in comfort and privilege, they had never imagined that such defenses would actually be put to use!
"What happened? Does someone really dare invade the guild?" one alchemist asked, his face full of disbelief.
"Don't let me find out which bastard it is! I was just about to successfully refine a Fourth-grade Pill!" a soot-covered, bearded alchemist cursed furiously.
"Wait, the top floor's formation has been broken!"
At those words, the alchemists simultaneously extended their Soul Power toward the staircase leading to the top floor. The independent defensive formation on the top floor had indeed been shattered, and an aura that did not belong to the guild president was making its way down the stairs.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Under their deliberate scrutiny, the footsteps concealed by the alarm became distinctly clear in their senses. Even from a distance, that icy killing intent made their limbs turn cold!
Who was this person? How many people would one have to kill to possess such dense killing intent?
The owner of those footsteps did not seem to be in much of a hurry, taking only one step per stair. Yet the oppressive steps and terrifying killing intent made the alchemists present feel even heavier at heart!
No one knew how long the suffocating atmosphere lasted. Finally, at a certain moment, a young man dressed in