Seeing the assassin who had been hiding suddenly sit openly on a chair by the window, calmly watching him as if he didn't care about the ongoing battle, Admiral Deep Sea, Howl Constantine, felt a sudden heavy weight in his heart.
Such a posture and expression suggested that the opponent didn't consider him a threat and was absolutely confident in dealing with him. That's why he didn't attack immediately to support his companions but instead sat there, arrogantly smiling and observing.
Without any hesitation, Howl Constantine instinctively aimed his obsidian trident at Lumian.
A bolt of silver-white lightning formed in his hand, amplified by the trident's tip, and shot out like a raging thunder serpent towards Lumian.
Lumian kept his right foot on his left knee, his face bearing a mocking smile as if Howl Constantine's desperate counterattack was just child's play, incapable of changing the outcome at all.
Of course, this was just a front he put on.
