The expressions of the old lady and middle-aged man changed drastically. Although the purple-clad woman had yet to attack, they could tell she was far stronger than them based on the sudden drop in temperature.
"Your Excellency..." the old woman began to say.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Before the old woman could finish speaking, purple streaks of lights shot across the night sky like meteors toward the old woman. She quickly moved to dodge the attacks. If she was slightly distracted, there was no doubt she would die!
"Argh!"
"Spare me!"
"No!"
At the same time, miserable cries rang one after another. The cries only subsided when the purple streaks of lights disappeared.
The old woman looked at the group of people she had brought here only to discover everyone, including the middle-aged man, had died.
