Deep underground.
In the underground space of the auction house, the battle was still going on.
However, on the surface, the attackers' attack was weaker than before because of the dark nightmare knight.
"If you stop here, I can let you have a complete corpse."
Cesar said coldly, looking down at the battlefield.
"A complete corpse? Ha-ha..."
A hoarse and cold voice rang out among the attackers.
The voice was filled with undisguised hatred and killing intent.
"No wonder you are the king of the underground world of the Wyatt city! A casual word represents supreme mercy!"
The man sneered and mocked Cesar.
"Who are you?"
Somehow, Cesar felt a sense of familiarity.
It seemed that the attacker had a deep relationship with him.
"Who am I?"
The assassin's cold voice hovered above the battlefield.
"Dear Cesar, you don't have to care about my identity!"
In cold laughter, the attacker said.