Elsewhere.
The passageway filled with the stench of blood was strewn with countless slain Officer Level Demon Spirit corpses.
At this moment, this group of people from Ailand, attending to the elder in the wheelchair, was no longer as composed as before.
The declination in the amount of Spirits in the group, as well as the horrifying wounds that were added to those remaining, all revealed how tough their journey to this point had been.
Looking at the leader who still had the energy, after cleaning the blood stains on his robe, he once again knelt respectfully beside the wheelchair:
"Your Majesty Farouk..."
However, before he could finish speaking, he saw that the elder had already lifted his finger.
Moreover, the direction the elder pointed was none other than the leader himself.
"Uh..."
Obviously, he hadn't expected such a situation and wanted to object, looking shocked: "But..."
'Buzz——'
