"I will not let someone like you continue to harm the innocent people of the South Continent."
The void shattered, a loud noise accompanied by a dazzling light echoed within the barrier.
Loren's profile was drawn in sharp black and white shadows, his short brown hair flying in the fierce wind; it was the gaze of an absolute power overseeing the ground.
"Oh?"
Hesintos lowered his sword sheath, looking at the Ninth-order powerhouse appearing in the distant direction,
"You put in so much effort, turns out it was just to save you."
Hesintos seemed to find it somewhat absurd and smiled.
He didn't seem angry about it either.
Because in his view, it doesn't matter whom he fights, the ultimate outcome will surely be cut by his hands.
In the next breath, Loren's figure had already flickered to Cret Memorial Square, standing beside Lanci.
"Lanci, step back a bit. Leave the rest to me."
