Such an arrogant fellow.
The cultists standing nearby witnessed this scene and wanted to reprimand Ahtal, urging him to know his place.
However, seeing the Bloody Countess's keen interest in Ahtal, they chose to keep silent.
After all, they didn't want to offend the Bloody Countess.
"That's really too bad," sighed the Bloody Countess as if disappointed, her slender hand propping up her chin, eyeing the somewhat weary Ahtal and said,
"There are still two tough battles ahead." She turned her attention back to the hero duel that had resumed, while Xi Mu closed his eyes, seemingly not very concerned about the heroes' duel.
He was indeed... weakened, after all, his magic power was depleted to a certain extent, so he needed to adjust his condition quickly.
Until an exclamation erupted from the spectator stands.
Xi Mu opened his eyes, his gaze falling upon the dueling arena, where he saw a green-haired elf woman gracefully sheathing her longsword.
