The surrounding disciples retreated one after another.
Only Ezra Zephyr remained seated on his prowess platform, his eyes were akin to a cold blade as he stared at Drake Tubble. He waved his hand and all the weaker Naran disciples took some steps back, only the top 5 remained with him.
"Why? Are you finally no longer able to sit still?" Said Ezra in a frosty voice. The Black Lightning thundered inside its body as it danced around his body.
Drake's eyes were akin to a brewing storm tinged with the occasional flash of rage.
It had been his will for Toria and the gang to go after Ezra with the intention of suppressing the latter, making him lose all respect in the hearts of the non-Shiyan disciples.
However, Drake had not expected Ezda to respond so swiftly and decisively. Moreover, it was also the first time he had witnessed the latter's abnormally strong subordinates.
