Chapter 541 Doomsday Cult

Nancy was stunned for a moment.

The headless werewolf seized the opportunity to quickly retreat. The rate at which flesh and blood were regenerating its head had slowed down considerably, taking two or three seconds to fully recover.

From a distance, a dozen or so figures in black robes were closing in rapidly. They weren't wearing masks; their faces—either gaunt or ordinary—could be seen clearly beneath their hoods.

"Hey, hey, does the Kingdom of Aino have such strong warriors?" Fani was equally dumbfounded.

Shay snapped his fingers and lit a cigarette, "There shouldn't be. The least skilled of those dozen are all Senior Transcendents, and there are three auras that are obviously many times more powerful. If they were strong warriors from the Royal Capital, our plan to...cough...rob the rich to give to the poor...to save the world wouldn't have gone so smoothly."