"Hahaha! This is your end, Ren!" Cang Lu barked.
His voice echoed through the ruined hall, thick with hatred and triumph. This time, he would not make the same mistake. This time, he would kill Ren and finally get his revenge for what happened with Jibblinplip.
Cang Lu charged forward alongside the remaining players of Sleeping Dragon, their weapons raised and their killing intent laid bare. Ren's movement was restricted. His body was still under the lingering pressure of Angelica's spell.
To them, this was the perfect chance.
"This is your end!" Cang Lu shouted again, his grin stretching unnaturally wide. His eyes gleamed with malice as they closed in on Ren from all sides.
The distance shrank.
Five meters.
Three.
Two.
When their eyes met—
Ren smirked.
It was faint. Almost imperceptible.
But Aragon saw it.
His pupils shrank.
"It's a trap!" Aragon shouted.
Without hesitation, he leaped backward, throwing himself away from Ren with all his strength.
"Get away!"
