The “Bloodthirsty” Executive Sebastian

Black Erosion Mentor Lyle waved his hands repeatedly in fright. "No, no! Executive Sebastian, I'm just worried that relying on just our group alone won't be enough to scatter that hurricane at all!"

He pointed at the distant pillar of wind reaching into the sky and said, "I've been observing it ever since it appeared. The diameter of that cyan wind pillar is a whole, full time wider than when it first appeared!"

"Just look at them, most of the people here are Shadowfang Apprentices."

"The vast majority of them are only Thorn Tier, and they can only create some illusions or cast weakening curses..."

Sebastian directly raised a hand to interrupt him, saying with a grim smile, "Lyle, you seem to have forgotten about you Black Erosion Mentors..."

Upon hearing this, Lyle's face instantly turned pale.

He forced a smile and asked, "Se... Executive Sebastian, you're not joking, are you?!"

The other Black Erosion Mentors in the crowd also began to stir anxiously upon hearing this.

"No way? How many of us are there at the Black Erosion Mentor tier?!"

"Just the few of us, and we're still dragging along a bunch of dead weight? How could we possibly complete this mission?!"

Sebastian turned his head to scan the surroundings, slowly grinning to reveal a mouthful of white, gleaming teeth.

A trace of dangerous aura instantly rose from his body.

"Lyle, this order was given personally by Councilor Dawson..."

"Do you, or anyone..." He swept his gaze around, asking with a savage smile, "...dare to disobey his old lordship's orders?!"

The crowd instantly fell as quiet as if a mute button had been pressed.

Although Lyle and the others did not dare to continue arguing back, their faces all turned exceptionally gloomy.

"Hmph~!" Sebastian let out a contemptuous, light