Kronorman snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with undisguised disgust and hatred as he said viciously,
"Just wait, it won't be long before I do exactly what you've done to the humans, right back to you!"
Under such circumstances, Qiye was unsurprisingly trapped.
He watched as blades closed in from all sides, feeling that inexplicable aura and hostility, daring not to show the slightest carelessness or holding back.
Seizing his long, thin sword from his waist, he hacked away without hesitation.
The sword clashed with the curved blade.
The leaping sparks illuminated the incredible shock in Qiye's eyes.
It was an unparalleled, terrifying strength!
A horrific strength exceeding 30 points!
Qiye stepped back, his subsequent movements completely interrupted.
He glared at the burly Gathel, and after a howl, he swung his longsword straight at the eye-catching red band above the other's head.
He had no choice but to attack!