The missionary's expression was numb at the moment, staring blankly at Yang Jian, filled with apprehension. He knew that at this point, trying to take down Wang Chaling was no longer a feasible task. The most important thing now was to get away in time, avoiding entanglement, or else another King might die today.
Thus, the missionary had no intention of confronting Yang Jian, only wishing to seize any opportunity to escape.
But reality seemed unlikely to align with his wishes. Since Yang Jian had already fixed his gaze on him, how could he let him slip away easily? If it were possible to eliminate the missionary here, it would undoubtedly be a good thing.
Yang Jian also began to pay attention to the second King present here.
The pair of twin girls.
Rather than calling them girls, they'd be more aptly described as two identical doll-like figures, with their ghastly white skin and large dark eye sockets, appearing entirely unlike living beings.
