"You…" Buckle looked at the giant hole in his chest with his big round eyes that were filled with indignation and disbelief, as he gradually knelt down.
Xi moved her finger away from the trigger hundreds of kilometers away. Her usually calm face was filled with shock.
She had almost forgotten that he was someone who dared to take a Great Old One on alone, after getting used to seeing him be busy in the kitchen.
It was a battle between two opponents in the same tier, but Mag killed his opponent within two minutes. The power that Mag displayed had far exceeded her expectations.
"Buckle is dead!"
The glass in Fergus' hand fell to the floor and shattered into pieces with a bang. His face was pale and terrified.
That was an Almost-Extraordinaire whom his family had kept in service. Yet, he was easily killed within a few rounds of combat!
What tier was that fellow in? The Extraordinaire?!
"I am going to die!"
