Several Medusa priests glared fiercely as they took out their pet badges, casting a swirl of light to summon their magical pets. Nedved and Xiao Cui jumped onto the table together, their long arrows knocked and fully drawn, while the White Tiger priests and Biao warrior stood by with their arms folded, their faces the very picture of indifference.
Even someone as foolish as Earl Garnett could sense that the two groups of Beamon had long been harboring ill will towards each other, united in appearance but divided at heart.
"What splendid swordsmanship!" Liu Zhenhan flicked open his long robe, and stood before the circle of Beamon warriors, Lord Mourinho ahead of him.
"What exactly is going on?" The Swan main priest mildly frowned, scanning all the Medusas present, "What is this about? Was the ritual for summoning Olympic deities called early?"
