"You... you..."
Upon hearing Wyatt Barnes's words, Cler Hayden snapped back to reality, his eyes brimming with deep fear, and he even struggled to complete his sentence.
He desperately tried to retrieve his Spirit Blade but found that it was firmly held by the young man in purple, as if it had taken root in his hand, immovable.
"Are you a Transforming Void Realm warrior?"
Cler Hayden gasped coldly, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Wyatt Barnes and asked with a trembling voice.
"What? Weren't you trying to kill me?"
Wyatt Barnes did not answer Cler Hayden; instead, a radiant smile had somehow appeared on his face as he asked this in return.
That brilliant smile on Wyatt Barnes's face, when seen by Cler Hayden, was no different from the smile of a demon.
Swiftly, Cler Hayden's eyes, filled with terror, flickered, and without any further hesitation, he hastily let go of the Spirit Blade.
Whoosh!
