"It's...it's the senior!"
Upon hearing this voice, Karen Milton and the other person shuddered with excitement, their beautiful eyes widened as they looked toward the castle.
Others nearby, upon hearing this as well, tensed their nerves, gripping their weapons warily, ready to strike at any moment.
After all, to interrupt General Phil Donovan's killing move with such speed indicated that the opponent's strength was undoubtedly extraordinary.
After a short while, a person walked out of the castle at an unhurried pace.
Illuminated by the firelight upon his face, they finally saw that this man was over eight feet tall, slender, with delicate features and an Eastern face, dressed in plain clothes.
His aura was not strong, but nevertheless imposing, creating an atmosphere so oppressive it almost made it hard to breathe.
Without a doubt, he was Greg Jensen.
Phil Donovan furrowed his brows, realizing that aside from himself, there were no others.
