With all kinds of secret techniques, hidden cards, and formation damage already laid out, there was no problem trapping—let alone killing—these people.
This was not a gamble.
"Young brat of the human race, I won't embarrass you."
Sylren laughed loudly, golden flames flickering between his brows, his tone filled with cruel amusement.
"Just commit suicide and leave cleanly. If we have to take action ourselves, it won't be so simple."
"You won't be able to live."
"And you won't be able to die either."
Sorrel slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curling into a sinister arc. His sharp claws extended, cold light flickering at their tips, carrying a chilling killing intent.
"I will let you personally experience the methods of my demon clan."
"Enough nonsense."
Ethan chuckled softly, his voice calm and unhurried.
"The hibiscus fruits are right here. If you want them—come and take them."
As his sleeve flicked, streams of emerald light appeared in midair.
