章節 687: Hoist by His own Petard! (3)

Within the secret prayer hall of the Siren Hymn Temple, Mercy was sitting in the middle of the Fate Soul Formation while surrounded by an ethereal white light, and the states around the formation were glowing brightly.

In front of Mercy were a few dry corpses of sirens, and another siren was in the process of turning into one. At this moment, the light around Mercy dimmed down, and the formation also stopped.

She looked towards the cloaked figure who was waiting for her to finish and said in a grim tone with a hint of shock, "This Harold fellow is also dead!"

The cloaked figure spoke at this moment, "Don't you find it amusing yet terrifying that, including Free Sword, his crew is dead? But somehow, he's still proclaimed alive?"

Mercy frowned and replied, "I don't understand what you're implying."