Spirit Race’s Killing Order
"He is a traitor to humanity!"
"How deep had he concealed himself; we were almost fooled by him!"
"Luckily, we used soul inspection or we would have really trusted the wrong person!"
….
The palm-sized octopus was living inside Ferrot's soul. The truth was before everyone's eyes, and no words could conceal this fact.
An uproar could be heard in court.
The Three-lives Mirror retracted its glow and reverted to its tattered-looking state.
Feng Lin noticed that there were now two more cracks in addition to the cracks that were already on the mirror earlier. It was now closer to the verge of shattering.
At this moment, Ferrot was like a dead fish, lying limply in his seat.
Countless sharp gazes turned over. They were filled with hatred, wanting nothing more than to tear him to pieces as revenge for those poor students who died.