Who gave you the courage to attack my friend?

Keng!

Ikarys, who held a white sword that emitted a divine and majestic aura, slashed towards Omnis's spear that was thrown back by Lathel.

The sound of metal colliding rang out deafeningly.

The spear flew high, then fell back into Omnis's hand.

She held the spear and looked at Ikarys gratefully: "Master…"

"Don't worry, I'm still by your side." Ikarys smirked; he hugged Omnis' waist, looking towards Lathel: "Back then in the trial space, I lost to you because I couldn't use my full power."

"Now… you think you can defeat me, trash?"

Lathel shrugged, his face encased in lightning armour so Ikarys couldn't see his expression.

"Do you think I will be as weak as I was in the trial space?" Lathel said mockingly.

"Huh! Trash is trash; even if you wear a tonne of gold, it can't hide your uselessness." Ikarys laughed contemptuously.

Lathel sighed: "You talk too much."