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.

development demonstrated to Clarkin that coercing Oskar into surrendering Severin was a foolish exercise. He clenched his fists so tightly that

turning to his group and

streak of light that disappeared into the sky. The rest of the Gahrrs had their spirits crushed, and there

from sight, the nine peak masters breathed a

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

effortlessly eradicate two level three paragons simultaneously. The resulting swordlight had carved a

shook his head in

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