"I really didn't expect you to come in person," Charles said, turning to look at Julio beside him.
"Of course I had to come, otherwise I wouldn't be at ease. With this man's head as a warning, the rest of them should fall in line. I just didn't expect it would be him."
The moment Julio finished speaking, the black Floating Island, which had been encased in shadow, crashed powerlessly to the ground and shattered into several pieces.
"Using me as bait without even telling me—was that really appropriate?" Charles asked again.
Julio shot him a cold glance. "I've never trusted anyone, not even my own son. Why would you think I'd trust you? To be honest, you're also under suspicion of defecting to the Futan Sect."
WHOOSH. The black shadows wrapping the Floating Island were engulfed by white flames, burning away in an instant.
Hahod emerged from the rubble with his subordinates, his face grim. Though they looked battered and covered in dust, they didn't have a single scratch on them.
