The surrounding warriors of the Radiant Clan gasped in unison at the scene before them, their faces filled with shock and grief. The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence, broken only by the wailing sound of the wind, as if mourning this tragic moment.
Amid the tense and grim atmosphere of the battlefield, the Throne Strong Individual of the Radiant Clan learned of Logan's monstrous deceit. Fury surged within his chest once again, burning like a blazing inferno.
He abruptly raised his head, his icy gaze shooting toward Logan in the distance like two chilling rays of light piercing the gloom. From his nostrils escaped a low, disdainful snort—a deep, thunderous sound that echoed across the battlefield, resonating like the roar of the Nine Netherworld's Underworld.
"Hmph! If you're playing dirty tricks with me, then there's no point in talking about rules anymore!"
