The Underworld Blood River Overlord's conduct had undoubtedly displayed the traits of a brutal, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded Underworld creature to the utmost.
Moreover, it was not necessarily better for those two Underworld creatures to be dead. Wizard Civilization could have pried open their mouths and reverse-engineered some useful intelligence from them.
But they were merely two Level-4 and Level-5 Underworld creatures. Dead was dead; no one would pity them.
Befu, the True Spirit-level Magician presiding over this Alliance Assembly, had no intention of blaming Nair Wen Yinke either.
After watching the Blood River Grand Warlord chew the two Underworld creatures to pieces and swallow them, Befu smiled at the Norman Federation Vice President on the other side. "Mr. Pengke, there is no need for concern. Wizard Civilization greatly trusts your loyalty to the Alliance."
"This 'accident' only proves that a small number of people have developed some problems. Wizard Civilization will work with the Norman Federation to eliminate these unstable voices together," Befu said to the grim-faced Norman Federation representatives.
Vice President Pengke wiped the cold sweat continuously streaming down his forehead as he nodded and bowed in agreement to Magician Befu.
He was one of the small handful standing at the pinnacle of Norman Federation power, yet he had been so frightened that he had somewhat lost his composure.
In a corner of the venue, Saine looked at the woman who stood as the leader of Wizard Civilization in the sky with a trace of admiration in his eyes.
She wore the gentlest expression while doing the most ruthless things.
Whether it was directing the Civilization War against the Galente Federation, or the bloody storm that might soon sweep through the Norman Federation, everything proceeded with effortless control under the hand of this powerful True Spirit Magician.
Saine suddenly felt