Sliso stared at the scattered mess of the arena with a cruel look in his eyes.
Ezra Zephyr, you probably did not expect me to be even more ruthless than you, right? Sliso had not left himself any way to continue to fight after his bombardment. If Ezra Zephyr did not fall, there was no way Sliso was going to counter attack.
A mountain breeze blew past, blowing away the dust in the air.
The view gradually became clearer, revealing a scattered mess.
Every gaze was immediately cast over before their pupils abruptly shrank.
In the messy arena, the prince was still standing in the same spot, black lightning spiritual energy rising from his body, producing the sound of a terrifying rumble.
He stood inside his black lightning, his calm expression akin to a rippleless well. Countless cries of surprise echoed throughout the cliffs.
