Chapter 83: Chapter 55: The Absurd Combat Power of Camilla - Part 2

The three of them watched as the Frost Knight clad in white armor stepped into the secret chamber, step by step, the iron armor clinking with each movement.

His overwhelming aura pressed down on them, like an avalanche.

Leonard Churchill felt as if his breath had halted, but a cold gleam hid in the depths of his eyes.

Obviously, this visitor meant no good.

Like a weakened tiger eyeing three rabbits, the hostile gaze from the T-shaped slit in his iron helmet remained sharp, revealing his contempt without any effort to conceal it.

The concept of social class in this world was firm, nobles and commoners were just like people from two different worlds, let alone the exiled criminals of Sinless City.

In the eyes of the Frost Knight, people from the Lower City resembled beasts from the sewers, their very presence seemingly fouling the air.

This was a contempt born from a sense of superiority in power and status.