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He silently prayed that the card would summon a single leader—a general or someone who could lead the task force.

But as the light faded, what materialized before him was not one person but a group of six figures, all dressed in black, similar to assassins.

This caused most of them to sigh in disappointment as the family heads looked at each other with pity, clearly sad and disappointed at their luck.

Assassins were not what they had hoped for, especially not when they needed a strong, visible leader to unite the task force or maybe a group of people who were strong enough to be part of the special force.

Although assassins are good, they are not really a force that can efficiently deal with evil forces like the Shadow.

This is because most Shadow members use a special manual that is the best combination of all dark arts for assassins, including methods for dealing with evil cultivators.

However, this is not the same for the other assassins, as the most advanced of them use a basic dark cultivation manual that lets them do their missions more efficiently.

All of this is because this is still a new world, but this will change as the inhabitants meet other races; that is when they will advance exponentially.

The figures stood silently, their faces hidden beneath hoods, their stances unreadable.

To most in the room, the scene seemed like a failed summon, and whispers of dissatisfaction rippled through the crowd.

Assassins, after all, were typically silent killers, not evil killers. Chen Zemin felt a twinge of doubt, wondering if the card had truly failed him.

However, they forget that although assassins may not have ways to deal with evil cultivators head-on, they are some of the best people for finding other spies.

But it could not be blamed on them as most of the people here never commanded any assassins, or else they would have known about this and would not have such a negative outlook.

As the family heads were busy with their thoughts, the six figures lifted their hoods, revealing their faces; this caused the murmurs to stop as all of them looked at the summoned group with curious looks on their faces.

The leader of the group, a tall man with silver hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face, stepped forward.

His eyes were sharp, and he used his eyes to look around to see where they were without moving his body.

His armor, though simple, bore the marks of numerous conflicts, the scars of combat telling a story of survival and resilience.

This is not common as this has never happened before when the family heads used summoning cards.

But that is because they used lower-leveled ones, which usually summon people that the World\'s Will created.

This caused all the family heads except Xu Qianghua clone to show a serious expression as they knew that their previous judgment might now be true.

This is because the aura each of them radiated made all of them flinch as they felt their bodies sinking.

Although some of them attributed them to something other assassins would have, Xu Qianghua\'s clone, who was quiet in the back, showed a curious look, knowing the aura was different from that of other assassins.

You see, ordinary assassins have a hint of bloodlust in their auras due to the kills in their careers.

However, the aura of the six people feels similar to the bloodlust.

For some odd reason, Xu Qianghua feels that the bloodlust of the six people has a holy aura, which is not something a dark cultivator should have.

As the silver-haired leader took in the room with a single, sweeping glance, the other five figures behind him stepped forward as they surrounded their leader.

To his left was a woman with long black hair dressed in dark robes that shimmered with an otherworldly light.

She carried a long sword at her side, its scabbard leaking dark energy, but it wasn\'t threatening—more like a calm, restrained force of nature.

Next to her stood a muscular man, slightly shorter, with twin blades strapped to his waist.

His expression was grim, and his eyes constantly moved, checking every corner of the room like an experienced hunter looking for escape routes if necessary.

On the opposite side stood a younger woman dressed in lighter armor, her frame more agile.

She carried an array of throwing knives, her posture relaxed yet alert, giving off the aura of someone who could strike at any moment, but only if necessary.

Behind them, two more rugged-looking men stood silently, their faces emotionless, indifferent to the glances of the family heads.

But despite their calm demeanor, their eyes had an undeniable intensity, as if they would fight to death at any moment.

The initial disappointment of the family heads quickly turned into confusion as they saw the six people.

These six figures were not what they had expected, but they were clearly not ordinary assassins either.

They do not exclude the cold aura that they had expected from assassins, but instead, they have a warm atmosphere, as if looking at a small guard group that protects them.

Chen Zemin, still standing at the main stand, observed the shift in mood as he himself was not sure how to proceed.

As these people didn\'t fit the mold of common assassins, and their presence was too powerful to be dismissed as a failed summon.

This made Chen Zemin speechless as he overworked his brain to think of something to create an icebreaker to ease the awkward atmosphere.

The silver-haired leader finally spoke, his voice calm but cold. "Where are we and who are all of you?"

He then paused, letting his words sink in. But the question caused everyone in the room to focus on him specifically and then move toward Chen Zemin.