Chapter 148: Death Hunt
Hughie Wing’s report to the Holy Sect was a lie?
The revelation struck like a curse—a whisper of betrayal slithering into their minds. The... news about this task was fake?
A suffocating silence fell over the group.
Jorge Blue’s team stood frozen, the weight of their losses in the Hanz Clan Estate pressing down like a tombstone. They had already buried too many of their sect brothers and sisters in these cursed mountains. And now, the truth slithered forth: if the Hanz Clan Treasury House was nothing but a phantom, a carefully spun myth from the very beginning... then this entire estate was no Outer Sect task playground.
It was a slaughterhouse.
A deathtrap, meticulously crafted, waiting to swallow them whole.
No wonder Senior Brother Jorge Blue had been so desperate to urge the squad to flee.
Ann’s breath hitched. "You’re right, Captain... but... it doesn’t make sense. Hughie Wing couldn’t have lied—not in his state, not at death’s door!" Her voice trembled, fingers tightening around her weapon.
Jorge’s eyes glinted like frost under moonlight. "Hughie Wing might not have lied," he murmured, low and venomous. "But what if he, too, was deceived?"
Ann opened her mouth to argue—