"What are you spacing out? Do you want to die?"

Alistair and Fynn, who had fled, appeared by Hansen's side, each grabbing one of his arms and dragging him away.

Adrian was not surprised when his attack had missed. After all, killing a level eight was not an easy task, not to mention that three of them acted together.

After being dragged away, Hansen came around to his senses. Clutching to the hilt of the Lunar Edge, he stared at Adrian begrudgingly and shouted, "I'm going to kill you to avenge my fallen kin and my broken sword!"

Adrian merely chuckled in response. Such behavior only consoled the weak, and Adrian never found solace in it.

"Stop your nonsense. Let's attack together and kill this guy!" Alistair said, his gaze turning icy as he observed the two or three hundred corpses littering the ground.

Since the battle began, neither Adrian, Thalia, nor Emma had died. Yet, their combined villages had suffered over five hundred casualties. He currently did not care about capturin