"Hahaha, not everyone is here yet?"
Aydin Hatfield chuckled, his laughter full of mockery: "Did you think you could use this as an excuse for losing?"
Diego Heath gritted his teeth, anger in his eyes.
He had already conceded, yet this guy wouldn't let go, coldly mocking him. It was infuriating.
"I was just stating a fact. If Lord Hatfield thinks the fight was unsatisfying, you can come to our Northern Mystic Sect, and we'll have a proper match then."
Aydin Hatfield laughed and said, "When we come, will we be facing one of your gigantic Formations with immense power, right?"
Diego Heath did not deny it: "Which Sect doesn't have a Mountain Protection Array? Facing a formidable enemy and activating the Mountain Protection Array, isn't this the usual procedure?"
There was no point in continuing the conversation at this point.
The Northern Mystic Sect admitted defeat.
Aydin Hatfield probably didn't dare to lead an assault on the Northern Mystic Sect.
