Chapter 61: Fighting Old Bone
"Back off!"
The executor men, standing like shadows in the dimly lit hallway, did not flinch at the attack. As though they had rehearsed their response a thousand times, they swiftly dispersed, sidestepping with a practiced ease that left Karl's strike roaring past them. The force of his attack did not dissipate—it continued its path, heading straight for Old Bone.
Old Bone, seemingly unbothered, raised a withered hand. With an almost lazy wave, faint purple energy materialized in the air, dispersing the strike like a gentle breeze extinguishing a candle flame.
To him, Karl's offensive skill was no more than an insignificant disturbance, like a child flailing their arms in frustration.
"Stop fooling around!" Old Bone's voice rang out, sharp and commanding, tinged with irritation.
His men chuckled, unperturbed by his tone.
