The man emitted a powerful aura all over his body, like a ferocious beast poised to strike. His eyes were bloodshot, flickering with a bloodthirsty glow. Although he wore silk satin, a hint of rage and unease could be seen through his attire. His gait was agile and powerful, each step seeming to tread upon the heartstrings of those around him.
Along the way, many people who saw this figure actively made way for him, their eyes filled with awe and fear. They knew that this man was not kind-hearted, and his appearance oftentimes heralded bloodshed and slaughter. And this time, it seemed his target was none other than those innocent people of the Sect...
Timothy Daiziel quickly surrounded the post station with his men, their eyes brimming with murderous intent and cold indifference. Meanwhile, the people of the Sect were trapped in the middle, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness. A cruel massacre was about to unfold, all because of baseless hatred and prejudice...