Even Big Bear lowered his body, letting out a heavy growl from his throat, his eyes fixed on Fang Cheng's throat, the vulnerable spot.
It seemed he could pounce at any moment to tear into the prey's flesh.
The Masked Guest spoke in soft tones while observing Fang Cheng's reactions.
As an international mercenary who licks blood off the knife's edge year-round, he knew better than anyone.
Today's incident couldn't end peacefully because the opponent was clearly targeting him.
Rather than waiting passively to be attacked, it's better to strike first.
Seeing his comrades in position, Fang Cheng seemed distracted by his words.
The smile in the Masked Guest's eyes vanished instantly, his gaze turning fierce, abruptly shouting:
"Since we can't reach an agreement, then die!"
Before those words completely left his lips, he raised his hands high, fingers clenching together suddenly.
Boom!
A massive burst of Spiritual Telekinesis exploded like a flood.
