Chapter245-Anyone Else Who Begs for Mercy Will Meet the Same End

The white-robed woman understood Stephen's secret signal immediately.

Without hesitation, she leapt backward, retreating behind the other mages and gathering her mana in a rapid burst. A heartbeat later, she vanished, teleporting thousands of miles away in a blinding flash of light.

But her escape was short-lived.

At the very same moment, the crimson longsword-shaped staff—previously suspended high above Stephen's head like the Sword of Damocles—disappeared into thin air.

Then, in an instant, it reappeared in the hand of the flame-haired woman.

Only now, something new adorned its tip.

A freshly torn, blood-drenched heart.

The heart of the white-robed woman.

Gasps filled the air. All the Legendary Mages watching could not help but suck in a collective breath.