paragon-level elders.

Despite his unwillingness to concede, Clarkin found himself helpless to face with the situation at hand. Oskar’s strength far surpassed his own, and a continuation of the battle would likely result in the demise of both his strongest elders and himself.

He recognized the futility of dragging the battle any further, and he pulled a long face as he glanced up and snorted.

Given his status as a royal paragon, Clarkin assumed that his intervention would prompt Oskar to hand over Severin. Yet that did not go as planned-Oskar sided with Severin and did not hesitate to defend the wrongdoer even if it meant confronting the Gahrrs.

coercing Oskar into surrendering Severin was a foolish exercise.

his fingers, he turning to his group and said, “Let’s make

had their spirits crushed, and there

Gahrrs had disappeared from sight, the nine peak masters breathed a unanimous

clothes, white trousers, and black shoes-descended to Severin’s

to effortlessly eradicate two level three paragons simultaneously. The resulting swordlight had carved a ravine thousands of feet long on the ground, where

his

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