CHAPTER 876
The kind of absolute chill the orange-haired woman, along with the elderly man, felt while watching Grey walk across the field of strewn corpses and the fresh streams of blood was something that simply couldn't be explained.
He had set himself upon the throne after staring at it for a few silent seconds, his presence filling the room with an icy weight.
Out of the dozen special individuals who originally sat on the high chairs, only the orange-haired woman and the elderly man now remained.
Every other leader had perished in their reckless attempt to challenge the mage.
Aside from them, the remaining hundred or so warriors from various parts of the faction stood rooted to the spot, completely shell-shocked by the carnage they had just witnessed.
Even a seasoned stage eight warrior would have struggled against the sheer number of combatants that had surged toward him simultaneously.
