How Many Levels
Shen Rushuang appeared quickly.
He seemed to have just hurried back to the group headquarters after finishing up outside.
He arrived in a blaze of urgency.
He stormed into the first-floor reception area, eyeing the blue-robed man warily.
The bodies of Mirror members still lay scattered across the reception floor.
The scene was utterly horrifying.
A large crowd had gathered in the distance, their faces pale as they gagged and sucked in cold breaths.
Only the blue-robed man standing quietly in the middle of it all ignored the river of blood at his feet and asked Shen Rushuang in a muffled voice, "Where are the people from The Academy being held? Let them out."
Without a word, Shen Rushuang waved his hand and threw out a patch of air with no visible form.
Several bursts of flame exploded around the blue-robed man with a series of BOOMS.
Yet they were blocked by a transparent semicircle, not even a spark drifting inside.
Shen Rushuang strained to widen his eyes at the sight before him, finding it strangely familiar.
The blue-robed man gave him no further chance. He stepped forward, grabbed the back of Shen Rushuang's collar, and dragged him toward the stairwell.
Just as Shen Rushuang tried to raise a hand in resistance, that arm twisted instantly into a grotesque spiral.
Bone fragments tore through his skin as huge amounts of blood and flesh spilled out, draining all color from Shen Rushuang's face with pain.
Despite possessing four hundred levels of strength, he could not even fight back. Shen Rushuang gritted his teeth and asked, "Who are you? Are you from the First Consortium? How many levels?"
The blue-robed man shook his head. "I'm from The Academy. Tell me, where are they being held?"
Shen Rushuang snorted coldly.