Fortunately, just when the elders thought they were dead for sure, a figure appeared before them.
"Stay your hand, boy!"
Seth's glowing blue hand, already on the move, was suddenly repelled backward.
For the first time since his return, Seth's eyes showed the slightest bit of emotion — annoyance.
He could feel the daunting, impressive pressure of the Awakened Rank being before him.
Unlike the rest, this newcomer had to be in the mid-Leader Grade Awakened.
But in Seth's eyes? He might as well have been a slightly tougher porcelain dog.
A pair of ethereal pitch-black hands swirled around Elder Johan as he stared at Seth coldly.
"You dare use the power of our ancestor to slay their kin?" the elder's voice boomed with righteous fury.
The two flying hands swirling around him billowed with a sinister obsidian cadence in tandem with his emotions.
One had to remember these men were Duskreavers with the Asura King bloodline — one purer than Seth's.
