Go To The Spar Arena
Instead, she moved her arm weakly, emptied all the content of the elixir inside her mouth, before letting her body rest on the ground.
At this moment, she didn't even care a single bit about the family or the ongoing clash. All she cared about was to survive, survive this and then she'd face the entire world later.
[Don't remain in your place, the entire area is filled to the brim with assassins!] William already recognised this unique pattern of attack, one that belonged to the dark forces in the outer world.
It was something that could be best described as a foolproof plan of assassination. If the target didn't know such a tactic beforehand, then its success rate would be one hundred percent.
It worked simply like this, the enemy would select a point of weakness in the target, a place that mattered too much for him, some family members perhaps, or even the hidden wealth of someone.