Blink Step Went Off to Watch the Game!!!!

And reality proved it—Castro felt like he might be unable to win.

Just moments ago, waves of magical fluctuations had enveloped the entire mansion. At the same time, people were constantly rushing over from outside. Castro's keen senses told him that even the weakest of them had class levels above ten, while there were at least a dozen high-level professionals.

That did not even include the ones inside. The werewolf lord was unquestionably a high-level professional. With the tremendous bonuses from his transformation and his incredible regenerative abilities, he could withstand a purely physical Legendary professional.

The five shadow assassins were all high-level assassins, and half-shadow creatures besides. They were troublesome as hell.

Along with two high-level agility-based professionals, Castro suddenly wondered whether he had offended Selina somehow. Otherwise, she would not have set him up this badly.

It was precisely because of that lineup that Castro readily revealed his background. If he did not invoke the Church of Fear now, was he supposed to use its name after he was dead? What kind of nonsense was that?

Castro hoped the Church of Fear's reputation would intimidate them, and he also hoped to establish some goodwill. After all, in his eyes, Solam and his group were no saints either—they were all underworld types. They should give each other a little face.

Unfortunately, Castro's humiliating concession was met with Solam's mockery. Or at least, that was how he saw it.

How could Castro tolerate that? Every Legendary had their own pride, much less someone as famous as Castro.

Just as Castro was about to erupt, the old man beside Solam suddenly turned and said, "Ahem, that phrase is the Church of Fear's slogan. It means he's from the Church of Fear. He wasn't reciting poetry."

So Solam had not been insulting