"Bastard!"
The bloody incident that came out of nowhere left Camus completely ignoring his own safety.
Atop the Lighthouse, Veheler's composure finally shattered.
As he raised his cane, a tangible gray expansion spread out from his body, but his figure was forced to a halt as he was restrained by some invisible attack.
At the same time, the seemingly corrosive gray was suppressed by layers of darkness.
"In this situation, let's pretend we don't exist,"
Cassandra's somewhat mocking voice came through, mirroring Veheler's earlier words.
Although she was uncertain about the newcomer's origins, Fu Qian could still tell that they were not friends but foes of the Native Council.
Besides, the strength that this person had displayed was clearly at least at a Demigod Level.
With Chelphus concentrating on regenerating, it would soon be two against one down below.