Baker Lang stared coldly at Doffis, guessing which faction had sent this assassin.
Doffis said leisurely, "After all that, you should understand by now, right? You're doomed to die today."
Baker Lang sneered. "That remains to be seen."
Doffis revealed an icy smile. "Do you think the dagger in your male servant's hand is an ordinary dagger?"
Baker Lang was startled and immediately reached for his wound. The moment he moved, he realized that, at some unknown point, his entire body had become stiff.
His spirituality immediately told him that there was nothing wrong with his flesh; his spirit body had been damaged.
Looking again at the dagger in the male servant's hand, it was black and gleaming, exuding terror.
Doffis smiled. "You're quite clever. If you had kept running just now, you would only have died faster."
"Oh, right. I also replaced the Extraordinary Materials you often burn. The replacements not only can't help you establish contact with the object of your prayers, they can also accelerate the collapse of your spirit body."
Baker Lang's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly tried to move toward the door, but his movements were already extremely stiff. After struggling for quite a while, he had only taken one step.
"Are you wondering why I'm fine despite being in the same room?" Doffis asked and answered himself. "Because I'm dead. Dead people don't need to breathe."
The male servant stepped forward again and, beneath Baker Lang's unwilling gaze, effortlessly slit the Intis Ambassador's throat.
Baker Lang felt the blood spraying from his neck. His life was rapidly draining away.
Doffis extended his hand. The male servant respectfully handed the dagger to him, then collapsed to the floor, becoming a true corpse.
After confirming that Baker Lang was completely dead, Doffis grabbed his spirituality and