Theor's expression had turned rather grave as he gazed upon the toying look on Ixtal's face. Meeting the next chieftain of the bearmen tribe here was definitely not part of his plans.
This was really quite unlucky. After all, the current him was completely outclassed. After all, Ixtal had a 6th-grade Martial Spirit.
Hence, Theor's gaze flickered slightly for an instant, before the Qi suddenly exploded below his feet. Not even a shred of hesitation could be seen as his figure jumped and stood in front of Ezra as he said. "Your Majesty, run. I will hold him back".
The only thing to do in this situation was run, according to him.
"Can you really escape?" However, Ixtal Molarch merely smiled faintly in response to Theor's decisive choice to let the prince of Bloodfang Kingdom escape, a smile that contained a faint hint of mockery.
