The only way out is DEATH

Hearing Yuan speak about Viscount Lewis, the faces of the five hooded figures kneeling on the ground turned deathly pale. They had only one question echoing in their minds as they exclaimed, "How does he know?"

Fear tightened its grip on their hearts, causing beads of sweat to form on their foreheads. They realized that their situation was dire. There were six of them, but they were outnumbered by the formidable group standing before them.

One of the figures muttered in a fearful tone, "What is this pressure? Why isn't my body listening to me?" Another muttered, "This pressure... I can't sense any mana in it. What is this?"

Their gazes shifted to Yuan with horrifying expressions as they whispered under their breaths that they had made a grave mistake. Yuan was not weak at all, and it made no sense that he wasn't exhausted after fighting the fearsome Orc Lord.