"Haha, you have such petty tricks, yet you dare use them in front of me. You really think too highly of yourself."
Ember looked down at Ethan from above, her gaze sharp and cold, the corners of her lips curved in an unmistakable sneer.
"It's just a hibiscus fruit. You want to use it to make us fight to the death?"
"You're simply daydreaming."
"That's right."
Sylren folded his arms, golden flames faintly flickering along his shoulders as he looked at Ethan with a mocking smile.
"Wouldn't it be much easier for us to join hands, capture you first, and then divide everything you obtained?"
As he spoke, he waved his hand casually.
The two Three-Legged Golden Crows moved in silence, appearing behind Ethan like shadows, sealing off his retreat.
At the same time, Ember lifted her hand slightly.
Eryon and the elites of the Palace of the Four Cycles immediately dispersed, their figures flickering as they formed a tight encirclement around Ethan.
Layers upon layers.
