"Die!"
"Ha!"
Farasheng and Orlando understood that in such a dangerous environment, they had only one chance to strike lethally. After one blow, regardless of the outcome, they had to retreat quickly.
In that instant, they took out their most prized treasures—Farasheng's golden rod and Orlando's slaughter knife—along with the Power of Ancestor and struck together.
The huge commotion was hard to ignore.
"These two brainless fools, no one else steps in, and yet you guys love to show off. If you're looking for trouble, don't drag this Prison Lord into it."
In a part of the Abyssal Homeland stood a man with three horns on his head, watching the scene with disdain written all over his face.
The figure waved dismissively.
This casual gesture spelled disaster for Orlando.
"Impossible!"
"Not good! Retreat quickly!"
