Impact (1)

The moment Dana's Bone Crusher stopped, the Level 2 Great Warrior fighting him immediately withdrew his attack.

His face livid, he stared fixedly at the charred, twisted corpse on the ground, as if trying to find the truth within it.

The other Level 2 Great Warrior, who had been trapped underground, was also slowly lifted out of the floor with a wave of Ang's hand.

Though he was in a sorry state and soaked from head to toe, he made no further attempt to attack. Instead, he silently walked to his companion's side. The two stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at Ang with complicated expressions.

Dana walked over to Ang then, forcing himself to remain upright. Suddenly, he bent sharply at the waist and spat out a mouthful of blood. Bright red blood blossomed across the white floor tiles in a shocking pattern.

The Flame Swordsman and the Enchanted Armament Knight hurried over to support him, their expressions tense.

Dana grinned and gave Ang a faint nod.

As their eyes met, no words were needed. Each could read the unspoken understanding of comrades who had faced life and death together in the other's gaze.

Only then did the watching crowd belatedly react. Someone muttered, "Peterson William... is he really dead?"

No one answered. The entire hall fell into a brief, deathly silence.

Maya finally broke free from her father's hand and ran toward Ang. As she passed the charred corpse, she did not hesitate to stomp on it viciously.

That stomp not only landed on the corpse, but also made her father's face turn livid at once.

"Ang! Are you all right?" Maya asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." Ang smiled lightly and patted her shoulder, his tone gentle and reassuring.

The surrounding discussions surged like a tide—

"Has he lost his