Leonel didn't even look directly at them, their speed had little effect on him. Just when it seemed that their attacks would envelop him entirely… until his four bows suddenly shifted.
The four youths froze, suddenly finding the tips of four javelins pointed toward each one of their faces. There were no words exchanged, no roar of fury, not even a single glance.
With a slight pull, the bowstrings shot out like iron balls from a canon, colliding with their heads before they could react and shattering them to pieces.
The Brazinger family members didn't even get a chance to sigh a breath of relief. Those four had been some of their best talents. If they were placed in the Void Palace, even the Cataclysm Generation wouldn't be able to stand up to them, or at the very least, the vast majority of the Cataclysm Generation would be helpless.
