Capital City, within the quadrangle courtyard.
At this instant, the entire quad was plunged into endless silence.
The night still lengthy, the moonlight still desolate, but at this moment, time seemed to have come to a standstill.
Greedy Wolf and John, two internationally renowned top-tier assassins, were stuck in their places as if they had been cast with a Fixed-body Skill.
Gradually, their hearts began to tremble, their legs continued to shudder, and beads of cold sweat flowed out like flood water, dampening their clothes.
A thick sense of fear gradually filled the air.
Numb!
They were utterly numb!
A feeling of hair-raising numbness enveloped their entire bodies.
Tell me, how many people in this world would make the Four Great War Gods of the White War Department kneel with such respect?
I guess, even if the Elders of the Elders' House were present, they might not necessarily instigate the same level of respect from these Four Titled War Gods.
