Hidden in the mountain range, a young man looked through the scope of a sniper rifle, his finger twitching slightly on the trigger. He had heard Sylas' words, but he didn't lower his guard in the slightest. In fact, it looked like he was still trying to find an angle to shoot.
But at that moment, Sylas seemed to look over, his gaze piercing right through the scope.
The young man subconsciously fired again.
…
BANG!
Sylas frowned.
He had already spoken out, but he still felt a danger locked onto him, so he hadn't released his hold on the barrier. In fact, even if he hadn't felt this danger, he wouldn't have lowered his guard so easily.
But he still didn't expect a fourth shot to echo just as the echo of his own voice was still lingering in the air.
Once again, the bullet rebounded against the barrier. But this time, faint cracks had begun to appear.
The instant Sylas saw this, his intention flared.
