The trio's eyes were wide open, their pupils filled with terror.
Their faces were as pale as paper, with a fine layer of sweat beading on their foreheads.
Merely one strike had shattered the divine artifacts they had cultivated for decades, even over a century.
What kind of background did this young man have?
Julius was both shocked and enraged, not waiting a moment longer before turning to flee.
He was the first to escape, and the other two didn't hesitate, quickly stepping through the void to make their getaway.
Their figures were disheveled, a stark contrast to their previous arrogant demeanor.
Ethan withdrew his gaze, thinking to himself about the woman's figure, which was indeed impressive.
Her peaks stood tall like mountains, proudly perched on her chest, unforgettable to any onlooker.
He mused inwardly, "I haven't had my fill of that sight yet."
But the trio had already vanished without a trace.
