Noan's words were like knives piercing through Caleb's pride.
His face flushed red with fury, and his fists clenched tightly.
This was a mockery—blatant, undisguised contempt.
"Angry?" Noan tilted his head slightly, a derisive smile playing on his lips.
Why was he taking such a risk? Because he already knew exactly what Caleb had.
Thanks to Zhisse's surveillance, Noan had a precise understanding of the number of soldiers and heroes Caleb possessed.
He even knew their exact ranks.
Zhisse had also attached tracking silk to Caleb's heroes—if Caleb made any suspicious move, Noan could kill him instantly.
Just because Caleb was a Level 3 Lord didn't mean Noan couldn't take him down.
After all, Caleb was only an E+ rank Lord. If Noan used his full strength, eliminating him would be effortless.
Although his Mutant Skeletons were only ranked D, Level 1, the surplus Skeletons from the past three days had become a source of reinforcement for them.
