Everyone looked over, their heads numb. Their hearts went cold, and their legs were on the verge of giving up.

The top outer disciple of the Carrion Palace, one of the top talents of the outskirts, Bryar, was taken out.

Creed’s face had slightly lost color, but his strength clearly wasn’t affected at all as he stood with his arms crossed.

Bryar was filled with fear and anger for a long time, then chuckled bitterly.

“If given time, you would’ve been close to a God of War after another decade