More than a dozen top-tier God Kings stood there, their auras as heavy as mountains, locking tightly onto the slightly illusory shadow before them.
Their realms were high, and their Divine Sense was powerful. Though the shadow could conceal its aura, it could not hide from their Divine Sense.
"Just a Second Level God King?"
A God King of the Wildsea Royal Clan frowned deeply, his tone full of doubt.
"Did we catch the wrong person? This cultivation... is far too low." A powerful member of the Electric Eel Demon Race beside him echoed the sentiment.
Seeing the true cultivation fluctuations of the Shadow Clone before them, the many God Kings all knitted their brows.
Based on the success rate of the previous assassinations, they had guessed that this mysterious assassin was very likely an expert above the Third Level God King realm.
After all, sneaking into the camp so covertly and cleanly disposing of so many geniuses with protective measures was no easy feat.
They had even considered the possibility that the assassin was at the Fourth Level or Fifth Level.
Yet the shadow they had trapped before them was merely a Second Level God King.
This was vastly different from what they had anticipated—like heaven and earth apart.
"Whether we caught the wrong person or not, won't we know if we ask?"
A cold-faced Sixth Level God King of the Wildsea Royal Clan snorted and raised a hand, making a grasping motion toward the shadow.
Invisible Rule Power instantly surged forth, binding the shadow firmly in place, preventing it from escaping or dispelling its clone form on its own.
Its gaze was sharp as torches as it stared down the shadow, its voice carrying unquestionable authority.
"Confess honestly! Have you been assassinating the prodigies of my clan all