Xerxes turned back to see that punk still standing in the same place.

He was having a rough time on his own, barely dodging incoming attacks. “Alex, you fool! What are you doing? Come on and fight!” he shouted.

“You hold on for a little while more. I’m still getting my attack ready.”

“D*mn it! You’re such a hindrance!”

“Uncle, let me help you!” Luna called out and activated the Sky-Devil Zither. She strummed the instrument, and its deadly tunes charged into the warzone.

Soon, Martiny and Jocelyn joined in too. Even though they weren’t very strong, they could help Xerxes draw some flak. Yet, they were hardly any help.

“Brother, this guy’s flag is so strong; it’s definitely a rare treasure. We have to take it.”

“I can tell that his breath is getting heavy, and his powers are weakening. He can’t hold the flag any longer.”

Xerxes was indeed tired of waving the flag. He was so exhausted his mouth foamed. “Hey Alex, speed it up, will you! Go strike that power move! I’m worn out,” he