"Report to Lord Miyashita Kazami, the two hundred ninjas from Heilong Road are in position."
"The three hundred royal guard and escorts of the Prince are also in position!"
...
Listening to the reports from his subordinates, a smile appeared on the corner of Miyashita Kazami's mouth.
A bone-white ornament hung around his neck, engraved with a ghostly figure.
Under the moonlight, an occasional eerie glint flickered across it.
At that moment, the ghostly figure seemed to be smirking, extremely bizarre.
"My men are also in position!"
Miyashita Kazami smiled, and behind him stood a formidable group of forty to fifty people.
Each person stood as straight as a spear, exuding an aura reminiscent of dragons and tigers.
The gathering of these forty to fifty people emitted a suffocating atmosphere.
This was a killing intent!
It was unknown how much blood had been shed to cultivate such a dense killing intent.
"Lord Miyashita Kazami, when do we attack?"
Someone asked.
