Three minutes later, all the Dragon Guard assassins lay in a pool of blood. Dustin was drenched in blood. He staggered, barely holding himself up.
His life signs weakened, and his powerful energy dissipated. He was on the verge of collapse. The surroundings grew hazy. His heartbeat was near silent.
“After everything I’ve been through, I die at the hands of my own people. How ironic!”
Dustin chuckled softly as he looked at the knife in his chest. He grabbed it with both hands and pulled it out.
In an instant, blood sprayed.
Since death was inevitable, he didn’t want to have a knife stuck in him. As he pulled it out, the world spun. With a final thud, he collapsed.
Everything went black.
At that moment, Dustin’s pendant glowed and vanished into his forehead. As the pendant entered his body, it instantly transformed into a powerful energy coursing through Dustin’s limbs and bones.
The strange poison Cinna unleashed swiftly dissipated upon contact with this energy. Dustin’s previous internal injuries, including the fatal wound from the knife, gradually began to repair under the influence of this energy.
A vibrant life force emerged within this energy. It pulled Dustin back from the brink of death. Meanwhile, at a distant house, Grace suddenly shuddered and coughed up blood. Her once flawless face turned pale.
“What’s happening? Has the pendant been damaged?”
Confusion marred her expression.
“This is bad!”
Without hesitation, Grace immediately cast a spell and transformed into a streak of light, heading straight toward a certain destination.
In the secret base of the Dragon Guard headquarters, a man in a ghostly mask lounged on a fancy golden dragon throne. He briefly closed his eyes for a break. He gave off an air of supreme authority, as if he owned the world.
On both sides of him stood a team of death warriors with grim faces. These death warriors were trained aces of the Dragon Guard.
They not only practiced dark magic but also constantly fortified their bodies with poisons. They rendered themselves tireless, impervious to pain, and fearlessly resilient to death.
From the moment of their training, their emotions were sealed. In their eyes, there was no distinction between men and women, no difference in age, and certainly no concept of right or wrong.
They only obeyed orders, ready to sacrifice their lives without hesitation to fulfill their missions. These death warriors were no longer considered human. They had been transformed into killing machines, becoming the most potent force within the Dragon Guard.
Suddenly, a hurried sound of footsteps echoed outside of the courtyard.
Shortly after, a figure somersaulted into the courtyard. The figure was injured and left a few drops of blood with every two steps.
The sound of persistent coughing resonated.
The figure emerged from the shadows and entered the hall.
