CHAPTER 340
The Undying Flame couldn't mistake the face of the man replayed in the video. It was, without a doubt, Ronan Steele—the very person who had killed his brother. And now, he was seemingly standing there in the recording, right in front of the Flame Guild.
His cold smile sent chills creeping down the backs of many heroes present, their clothes slowly becoming damp with sweat.
The Undying Flame could already guess what this accursed being was doing in front of the Flame Guild. He could guess what would happen next. After all, the ruined remains of the Flame Guild were what had been left behind.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to accept the possibility that a single man had reduced his entire guild to ruin.
There were so many A-Rankers and several hundred B-Rankers as well. The weakest heroes in the Flame Guild were merely a few C-Rankers who acted as guards around the guild's stored resources.
