"You wretched human! If I didn't ground your bones in the strongest poison and left you screaming for years, then I wouldn't be Fasra of my name," Fasra screamed, seeing the Gosdr disappear and raise its hand to attack.
The aura of attack scared me; it seemed like Fasra is no mood to play around, and truthfully, I would have been scared of attack, but now, it is not my problem.
"I don't understand why you are so angry? Considering that little werewolf had died purely because of your own mistakes," said the familiar male voice from a distance, which immediately made Fasra stop his attack and look at the coming enemy with serious eyes.
It did not take long for the body behind the voice to appear, and he was not alone; behind him were two women and one man, all of them peak Grandmasters.
One of the women behind is unusually excited; usually, only children would have such excitement in their eyes when they look at the fountain.
