Man With Super Medical Skill by Matthew

Chapter 2442 Spiritualist Winona

The instant that particular sentence fell from Winona's lips, the Great Octavian's eyes widened in fright. At that moment, he could only feel as though every drop of blood that was pumping through his veins flowing in reverse. He was so terrified that he eventually lost his senses one after another and couldn't even put up a fight in the face of such monstrous skill.

Just as he was in despair, a figure slowly appeared in the corner of the room. "Miss Winona, although Octavian has not been successful in his mission, please spare his life if only because of his undying loyalty," Aspen pleaded.

Winona simply glanced at Aspen indifferently upon hearing him defending Octavian. Then, the woman only snorted coldly, causing the Great Octavian, who had collapsed on the ground, to suddenly fly and crash heavily into the wall. Yet, the moment he spat out a mouthful of blood, whatever suffocating torture he was forced to endure also dissipated.

he said. However, Winona didn't even spare him a glance. Instead, she turned and spoke to the black-robed maid beside her, "Deal with

reminded her, "Miss St. Clair, there are a large number of Martial League personnel patrolling in Bainbridge. We may face obstacles if we were to assassinate

was just planning on kindly reminding them not to be so hasty. After all, during the re-election of the Martial League, it was a known fact that more than a hundred thousand enforcers were dispatched to patrol Bainbridge. No movement would be able to escape their surveillance. Alas, just when

seat, she only smiled as she swept her gaze across the disciple who had spoken up. "Do you look down on the methods of our Spiritualists?" she asked lightly. As soon as these words were spoken, the disciple from the Emsgate Warriors Association suddenly realized his reckless remarks. Just as he was about to apologize, Winona raised her left hand. Everyone present could only watch in horrified silence as the young warrior slowly floated into the air, struggling desperately. His vitality was visibly

was said that this particular Spiritualist family excelled at absorbing the life force of others, which not only benefited their own cultivation but also

everyone present broke out in a cold sweat, afraid of angering her. In response to their reactions, Winona simply sneered in disdain before asking indifferently, "Does anyone still have any doubts?" Everyone instinctively lowered their heads in fear as her