"Whatever."
"We need to kill him."
After coming to that resolute conclusion, all of the enemy Saints slowly shifted their gazes toward Ethan while their expressions turned increasingly cold and murderous, and the killing intent radiating from them was so intense that even the air itself seemed to become heavier.
Every single one of them stared at him furiously.Those sharp gazes alone were enough to make ordinary people collapse from fear.
Even Ethan felt a chill run down his spine.
His mouth twitched slightly.
'The hell is this about?'
'Are you kidding me?'
'Why are you all aiming at me?'
For a brief moment, he almost took a step backward under the pressure of being targeted by so many terrifying experts at once, but before he could say anything, someone from the opposing side suddenly let out a thunderous roar.
"Attack!"
No one knew who had shouted those words.
Perhaps it was one of the Saints.
Perhaps it was one of the commanders below.
