"Dada!"
Brice saw the strong gust launched at him. His eyes were following the fight albeit fighting the small flies. He had no luxury to intervene because these small flies had never ceased to leave him alone.
He was quite occupied and the last thing he saw was the attack from his son's side. His hand was ready to shield the gust and the aura solidified around him. However, he knew that it was for naught.
"I'm sorry." It's his last message to his son.
This wind would blow his unprepared defense together with these small flies. The enemy seemed couldn't care less about his own people.
He gritted his teeth to receive the attack.
But a strange phenomenon occurred.
The gust was suddenly split into two and flew past him and attacked everyone around him.
Brice blinked, dumbfounded.
BOM!
The wind hit the innocent ground, it ruptured violently.
"Hah~" Brice breathed in relief.
