Branthor Kirby laughed.
"Since you want to test my strength, I'll grant your wish. Come!"
Orell Fraley's plan was very simple: I'll use my full strength for one move. If you can take it, that proves you're very powerful and I can't do anything to you, so I'll choose to stay out of this. Friends present, don't blame me.
If you can't take my one move, then maybe today I'll capture you, take your life, and make a name for myself.
Branthor Kirby understood Orell Fraley's plan, but he felt no fear.
He himself was a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal, and he knew very well just how strong a Superior Grade Great Land Prime Immortal was and how hard to deal with. Even though his plan was to grab and run, if he could exclude the other party from the equation, there was no need to clash head-on and add needless variables.
Their figures flickered, and in an instant they were up in the sky.
