A voice could convey a person's emotions.
Not just spoken words—many sounds could do the same.
Among them, the most noticeable were footsteps.
Those skilled in such techniques could even hear joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in the sound of footsteps.
"Undying One" Holleka and "Sharp" Wofft were both masters of this.
Their duties required them to master such skills.
Therefore, when Wofft heard the chaotic footsteps outside the door, his recently calmed heart immediately tightened.
What happened?
Could it be...
A bad premonition arose in Wofft's heart.
A moment later, that bad premonition was confirmed.
The three colleagues monitoring the Lower Seventh Ring had all died, killed by Edson of the Wolf School Demon Hunters.
Bang!
Upon hearing the report, Gelsak slammed his fist heavily onto the table.
"I told you!"
"Monitor them!"
"Just monitor them!"
"Could you not understand an order?"
Facing Councilor Gelsak's roar, Wofft wisely lowered his head.
He did not know how the three colleagues sent to monitor the Lower Seventh Ring had been discovered, but he knew things had become terrible.
They had already been at a disadvantage, and now they had been completely forced into passivity.
He did not even know what to do next.
The Temple of the War God!
The Demon Hunters!
The Mist Church!
At the thought of having to face encirclement from all three sides, Wofft felt uncertain. Then, when he noticed Councilor Gelsak staring at him, this defiant member of the Silent Night Secret Society could not help but feel his scalp tingle.
"Gather everyone!"
When Gelsak's voice came, Wofft practically fled outside as though granted a pardon.
He did not notice the strange look in Councilor Gelsak's eyes after he turned around, nor the faint curl of his lips.
Edson, well done!
The Upper Evil Spirit did