Swoosh!

A streak of light flashed by and sliced through the ropes. Mrs. Swift was rescued.

Nearby, a dozen of the Western Forces soldiers noticed the shadow. They quickly reacted by raising their rifles to fire.

However, the shadow did not even turn its head as it simply threw a few darts.

The darts were so fast that they struck the soldiers before they could even pull the trigger. The soldiers collapsed, and the rifles clattered to the ground.

Each dart struck right between their brows and killed them instantly.

On the towering platform stood Gary Harmon, the General of the West. His pupils constricted in terror, and his gaze locked onto the shadowy figure below.

A battle-hardened warrior himself, Gary had an uncanny sensitivity to bloodlust.

He was certain that the shadow’s ability to kill had far surpassed anyone in the Western Forces, even himself.

Gary felt chills run down his spine.

Such a terrifyingly skilled individual was serving Dustin! The realizati