373 Three Seconds

It was followed by the sound of chanting.

At the same time, an intense, golden Sword Aura pierced the horizon.

Dean wouldn't deserve being a Vice Leader if he couldn't guess who it was.

"Dean, you are already wounded, let Sir Delson and I take care of it…" The gold-armored Sword Saint of the Red Dragon Mercenary Group shook his sword, and Sword Aura covered half of the sky. The dazzling Sword Aura even smothered the Wyvern King.

Delson stood not far from them holding a magic staff, a serious expression shrouding his aged face as he cast spells. From the mana fluctuations he emitted, he should be a 3rd Rank Archmage.

He was even a bit stronger than Dean.

Moreover, the golden-armored Red Dragon Sword Saint wasn't weak either. 

The combination of a Sword Saint and an Archmage could be considered quite formidable!

"..."