Battle (4)

The atmosphere in the Holy Land was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe.

The Five Elders naturally sensed Imu's awe-inspiring presence, and unease began to grip their hearts. Nusjuro was furious beyond measure, and with one clean stroke, he severed the head of the man reporting intelligence before him.

"Useless trash! You can't even find one person! Raising you worthless fools has been a complete waste of my energy!" he roared, his furious voice echoing through the hall.

As he spoke, another wave of stifled anger clogged his chest. Burning with rage, he swung his blade again, killing three more people instantly!

The Cipher Pol members kneeling below the steps trembled all over. The masks they usually wore were gone, and their faces were now deathly pale.

Though they were a spy organization feared throughout the lower world, before this imposing old man, they could only kneel there trembling, scarcely daring to breathe.

"Saint, Four Emperor Shanks was last seen at the east gate. After killing two Celestial Dragons, he vanished," said the tall man in long sleeves at the front, his voice shaking.

"Where are those Seraphim?" Saint Mars asked in a low voice, his expression dark enough to drip water.

Cold sweat streamed down the tall man's cheeks like rain and ran into the corners of his mouth. The salty, bitter taste only deepened his terror.

Seeing that no one around him answered, he gritted his teeth, shuffled forward on his knees, and forced himself to say, "They were too strong... After the knights arrived as reinforcements, they were completely wiped out. Even Lord Chelint died in battle!"

"What?!" Saint Mars roared, his voice filled with disbelief and fury. "Why am I only hearing this now?"

"Because all the intelligence agents sent before were intercepted