The white figure rushing out, dressed in the usual robes of the Revelation Cult.
As the white figure approached the people of Mid Country, a melancholic blue-purple light burst from the attacker, causing the tense defensive posture of the targets to relax uncontrollably, leaving them listless.
Realizing something was amiss, several novice spies tried to muster the strength to resist, but their movements were as slow as characters in a game with a 300 ping delay.
Faced with the attacker's assault, they had no time to defend and could only watch helplessly as the opponent's fist hit their faces, then fall into an infant-like sleep.
In the blink of an eye, the tracked novice spies were all down, leaving only the head spy and four others maintaining their combat power.
The attacker had no intention of targeting the four, only maintaining the blue-purple glow.
