Seeing Dolores fall into the hands of Phoebe and others, Austin Cliffe's expression seemed to change.
However, beneath his black robe, Basil Jaak could not make out his expression.
"You must be the civilian god of war, Phoebe, right? Impressive, you have some strength."
Austin Cliffe said calmly, "But tonight, I'm going to kill Basil Jaak, and none of you can stop me."
"You arrogant fool! Who exactly are you? You have the scent of a demon on you. Hmph, do you think that with the three of us here, you can harm even a hair on Mr. Jaak?"
Brain Fitzell stepped forward, carefully observing Austin Cliffe, realizing that he was no ordinary individual.
"Hmph, Basil Jaak, do your words mean nothing? You promised a duel one-on-one, and it's barely been any time, yet you've brought help?" Austin Cliffe sneered.
In fact, Austin Cliffe knew that if Phoebe and the others were truly helping, he wouldn't be able to kill Basil Jaak, not to mention escape himself.
