Upon hearing the reminder from the special envoy of Ableton Sun Kingdom, Wood's face changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand like a flash of lightning, reaching for the spiritual sword sheathed at his waist.
But could he make it in time?
"Hmph!"
Almost at the moment when Wood withdrew his hand, Remi Sinclair's sleeve bulged again and swiftly swept out. Before Wood could unsheathe his sword, it pounded like a premonition on Wood's body.
"Ahh!!"
Wood's scream drowned out the sound of his breastbone breaking. He was sent flying backward and landed in a sorry state.
After hitting the ground, the intense pain made Wood roll on the ground, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Remi Sinclair, victorious!
"Good!"
Immediately, not a few people from Crimson Heaven Kingdom cheered in celebration.
Especially the chief of the Sinclair Clan, a smile emerged on his face...
