"And a group of half-hearted Supremes want to capture the five of us. It's nothing more than wishful thinking!"
The Ghost Supreme Callum's laughter echoed through the night sky, indulgent and arrogant, carrying undisguised contempt.
"Seeking death!" Malrik roared, killing intent erupting violently.
"Brother, there's no need to waste words on them," Arza said coldly from the side, brows knitted with impatience.
"The Blood Marquis is already unruly. There's no point persuading him to surrender."
"That's right," Enzo Vernal said in his sharp, eerie voice. Just hearing it made one instinctively uncomfortable, unable to tell whether the speaker was male or female.
"Arza and Malrik, the two of you stop the Ghost Supreme Callum together."
His eyes narrowed.
"I'll lead the others to deal with the ferocious beast Uga and the remaining two. As long as we defeat those three first, even if the Blood Marquis and Callum are heaven-defying, they won't be able to turn the tide."
