"Hah? What are you trying to say? Answer my quest—"
Before the grass-collecting group leader could finish speaking, the sudden appearance of a red sword pointing down on him from the sky silenced him.
The alarming threat posed by the red sword immediately filled the nether spirit with dread, causing him to freeze on the spot.
He did not dare to move the slightest bit.
Even so, it didn't last long before the weakness he felt in his knees made him buckle and kneel on the ground, lowering himself below Albion's eye level.
"W-who are you? How can you wield such a fearsome killing intent? Just how many people have you killed?" the nether spirit questioned him.
At the same time, the other grass-collecting group members noticed the situation was not good and subconsciously retreated a few steps, preparing to flee if Albion so much as to even glance at them.
