"Lanci, have you gone mad?"
Rashar knew about Lanci's tragic fate of being backstabbed by his own people and his frenzied intrusion into the Huo Ning Empire from two days ago. He thought that Lanci's mind had already been corrupted by the "Spiritual Fissure."
However, no matter how Rashar saw it now, he felt Lanci's eyes remained clear, unsettlingly clear.
The black centipede mark on Lanci's left cheek, which Rashar had never seen before, also seemed strangely incomprehensible.
"Not at all."
Lanci casually hung the silver-white mask on his waist, his expression calm,
"I am merely stating the facts."
He slightly tilted his head up, his gaze meeting that of the four Ancestors, without the slightest hint of considering them as opponents.
"To be honest, I don't understand your reckless decision to invade St. Trick City alone, nor do I get where your confidence comes from. I can clearly feel that your Magic Strength has fallen to a level below mine."