"You... are you a devil?" the assassin gritted his teeth and said.
"What do you think?" With a slight move of Amanda's scepter, the gold formation on the assassin's body liquefied, returning to the necklace around his neck.
The assassin was now free to move, but his eyes were fixated on Amanda.
His gaze was filled with rage, fear, and doubt.
"12 hours, remember that," she commanded before turning to leave.
Dong Jiayue did not linger either, and they all left the place.
After some hesitation, the assassin also turned and disappeared into the night.
Upon returning to his quarters,
Dong Jiayue immediately summoned twenty thousand undead soldiers, barricading all the tents.
Not leaving any gap, fearing that someone might attempt to assassinate him in the middle of the night.
...
Time went by gradually.
The next day at dusk.
The sky began to darken.
A huge beast skin tent was lifted open.
A figure, covered in blood, with a gloomy face, entered the tent.
