On top of the mountain stood an eye-catching man. Although his height was around one twenty, he had an imposing presence that had the two teams next to him paled into insignificance.

He was none other than Jackson.

Ares curled his lip and remarked, “No wonder Jackson appeared as an apparition and didn't dare to show his face. It seems that he's ashamed of his short stature.”

Tyler also laughed. “It's often said that the things that people boast about are the very things that they lack. That is very true. This guy is too short, so he makes his apparition huge!”

While they exchanged remarks and laughed, Jackson met Zeke's eyes.

Tension began to build up in the peaceful atmosphere.

An invisible aura spread out to the surrounding area, rustling the leaves in the trees and startling the animals nearby.

Jackson said, “I've been waiting for a long time. Guys, are you prepared to meet your maker?”

Ares mocked, “You sure are a funny one. You're kneeling on the ground like a coward, yet you say the most arrogant words. It's in your blood, huh?”

He was insinuating that Jackson was short as there was no difference in the latter's height, whether he stood or kneeled.

“B*stard!”

Jackson was enraged as he could not stand others making fun of his height.

“Hah. A group of idiots who only know how to mock others can never achieve great things. I won't bother to engage in a meaningless squabble with you! So tell me, are you satisfied with the arrangement I've made for you? Doesn't it hurt to watch your loved ones die, yet you're too powerless to do anything about it? Haha!”

“What?” Ares' eyes blazed with rage. “You're behind Shawn's death? Great Marshal, this might sound presumptuous, but I'd like you to grant my wish.”

“What is it?” Zeke asked.

“Please let me deal with Jackson's corpse! I'm going to chop him up and feed him to the dog to vent my hatred!”

“No problem!”

At that moment, Jackson howled with laughter as if he had just heard a hilarious joke.

“Do you think you can lay a finger on me? I'm sorry to tell you this, but there's no way you can even come near to me! Let me introduce two of my friends to you!”

Waving his hand, he hollered, “Guys, come on out!”

At his command, two people, dressed in black robes with masks on their faces, walked out from behind him.

Though they were covered entirely in black, which rendered them unrecognizable, Zeke and the rest found their forms familiar.

“Take off your masks and meet your old friends,” Jackson ordered.
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