Staring at the falling figure in the sky, Weylon was as still as a wooden chicken.
Blood splattered on his face.
The warm, red liquid soaked into the cold body of the adventure guild leader, like the Great Snow of the far northern ice fields, seeping in strand by strand.
Rayser, defeated?
How could he be defeated so quickly?
It's true that the Bloodline is stronger than the Ordinary Series.
But Weylon couldn't figure out how it could be so much stronger, even if he racked his brain.
His father, Rayser, was defeated in just three minutes, and his life and death were uncertain!
Rayser's defeat was like the setting sun crashing down.
A layer of gloom emerged in the eyes of the onlookers.
Fry, who was fleeing in panic, stopped in his tracks and exclaimed joyfully, "Captain Augutuo has won!"
"Good! The Scarlet Adventure Group will be victorious!"
"The Moon Rank of Bloodline, how could it be compared to the mere Thunder Series? Lord Augutuo is invincible!"