Glass shattered, countless specks dancing in the light, breaths heavy and labored.
"Hiss~" The King Cobra lowered its body, sliding toward the window.
"Master," his gaze shifted toward Yafeiluna and Phoebe, "Go, let me see your strength too."
"Yes!" Yafeiluna's face was stern.
In the presence of the "Master," she had been betrayed!
Just rewarded, and then betrayed by her own people? Incompetent!
Her eyes swept over Phoebe, Tang, Gai Nuo, and Cote, now devoid of the mistress's weakness and sympathy.
"Move," she said coldly, her voice chilly.
The Grey Fog, holding a scythe, stared at the four like a Death God's emissary, like a ghost marshaling prisoners into battle.
Phoebe swallowed a gulp of saliva, Tang felt a chill throughout his body, Gai Nuo and Cote clung tightly together, whitening each other's hands with their grip.
Following the King Cobra, the five of them walked out of the hotel.
