A Little Help

“That crazy elder brother–is he okay?”

Axias narrowed his eyes worriedly at seeing Eoin thrown far away by the sorcery bomb in the distance. He clicked his tongue and gathered his to amplify his arrows.

He shot an arrow at Ethan and the arrow that shot as fast as the speed of sound managed to graze the cheek of Ethan who was dodging at the last second.

"Tch!" Ethan narrowed his eyes in anger. So far, only the Emperor's arrows had managed to pierce his skin. Even though he had set up a tight formation by hiding behind the other Wyvern riders, the old man's arrows continued to enter small gaps and injure him.

He wanted to get closer to him and have a one-on-one fight against the Emperor with his Wyvern, but he knew he would lose if he got close.

Perhaps, he wouldn't lose if he used his Alpha Wyvern?

Ethan began to look around. Apart from the four Wyverns escorting him, another twenty-seven had begun to be defeated by the and Mages.