At that moment, Forsythe sneered. "Ambrose, surrender yourself. Since I can use Heather to lure you here, I have enough stake in making sure I can capture you."

As the final word was spoken, the elites all drew their long sabers and focused their attention on Ambrose.

"Stop bickering!" Ambrose was too lazy to talk to Forsythe. He waved his hand in the air, holding the Tyrant Hammer. His entire body was charged with fighting energy. "Not only am I going to save Heather today, but I will also av