More than twenty team members, one leader.
Len Hawthorne stood on this high ground, overlooking the ancient court below.
This place was inhabited by a priest noble with a great ability to predict good and bad fortune.
They knew of Len Hawthorne's arrival but couldn't foresee the ultimate consequence of their actions.
"Team Hawthorne, it's an ancient wizard!"
"No matter what it is, drag it out and clean it up."
Len Hawthorne's eyes were dark, and even his hair seemed to be dyed with a cold, fierce aura.
A cold, ruthless air scattered with the wind.
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There would never be peace between ancient martial artists and witches.
Chloe Stephens, who lived in River East Village, could see some news about the situation online.
The situation was too big.
Chloe could feel how intense the confrontation between the two sides must have been from the news circulating online.
Those around Len Hawthorne probably couldn't maintain such an operation for long.