F*ck!

When he saw Oliver turn to leave, the sight filled Grunt with rage. The anger in his heart climbed by the second.

'So, that legless b*stard is not going to help me?'

If he did not join the fiend race, it meant that he would not have anyone supporting him. Eventually, the Nine Heaven Emperor would catch up to him.

No, he could not go down like that.

Grunt's face ashen. With a jerk, he stood upright.

The next second, a ripple of energy exploded from Grunt's body like lightning, zig-zagging through the air in Oliver's direction.

Grunt had thought it through. Since Oliver could not help, there was nothing to do but take him down.

"You!"

Sensing the movement from behind him, Oliver froze in shock. He turned as he realized what Grunt was doing, and he could hardly contain his anger. "Grunt, what are you trying to do?"

Grunt was too cunning, attacking him from behind.

"Oliver."

Grunt smiled slightly, unable to control the rage and loss of sanity. "To think that I treated you