Presence
Every inch and corner of the battlefield became extremely silent at this moment.
Those watching didn't even dare to breathe at this moment.
The way Anthony handled the two brothers with ease.
Made one kill his own brother.
Then burned the rest with not even their ashes remaining.
From the beginning to the end, there wasn't a single fraction of possibility that they would win.
Zara and Clara turned pale at this moment, their anger about Anthony calling them 'Old' long disappeared and replaced with lingering death flags.
They could feel it deep in their souls, they won't survive if they don't use any trump cards up their sleeves.
Zara gritted her teeth in anger of what she was about to do because it was unsightly.
She opened her mouth and regurgitated a scroll which she always hid in her stomach.