When Oliver saw Timothy emerging from the blazing fire, he scoffed dismissively, "And here I thought some grand master was coming to play the hero. Turns out it's just a rookie who's barely stepped into the Mystic Core."
"Do you really think you can stop us?"
Despite his words, Oliver didn't let his guard down.
The aura he had sensed from Timothy was bizarrely powerful, not at all like someone who had just entered the Mystic Core.
Oliver signaled his two companions with a glance.
In an instant, the three of them made their move.
No matter how strange the aura emanating from Timothy was, Oliver couldn't believe he could hold off three people on his own.
The combined force of three Mystic Core practitioners was formidable, enough to rival the armies of a mundane dynasty.
Moreover, all three were top fighters from the Phoenix Kingdom, skilled in combat and far more capable than they appeared.
