Kapitel 569: Not Resting In Peace

"It's done. Let's go."

The believers who had released the Power of Death had no idea that they had killed an elven assassin. They turned around and left.

A pale being with white-feathered wings floated in the air in the sky, freezing the space into a crystal-clear ice block. Nia flapped her wings and watched the scene in front of her quietly. The corners of her mouth twitched. In her hand was a half-torn, blood-red thorn. That was the elven assassin she had found while searching on the river bank. The assassin was about to poison the river bank at that time, but she had successfully intercepted and killed him.