Runes

Ang swept his cold gaze over the surviving Great Warriors.

That glance held no emotion, yet it made them instinctively tighten their grips on their weapons, a chill running down their spines.

Ang ignored them and simply lifted his foot in a kick.

Habakkuk's blood-smeared body arced through the air and crashed like a rag doll before the warriors.

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, droplets striking the scorched ground one by one, glaringly red.

The Great Warriors looked grim as they hurriedly bent down to help him up, pulling Healing Potions and scrolls from their Magic Waist Pouches. Their movements were rushed, but they did not dare hesitate in the slightest.

One of them drew out a rune scroll glowing with faint golden light. The moment it was unfurled, warm holy radiance began to flow from it.

"Is that... Holy Light Technique?" Isi asked in surprise.

"In a country where the Church holds sway, they can actually bind Holy Light Technique into rune scrolls." Ang watched that wisp of holy light, his tone calm, though a trace of sentiment flashed through his eyes.

The warriors did not dare speak, suppressing the humiliation and fear in their hearts.

Ang had already spared them once. If they said another word, they might not even keep their lives.

"While I'm still in a decent mood, take him and get out of my sight," Ang said coldly.

Without the slightest hesitation, they immediately hoisted Habakkuk onto a shoulder and mounted their horses.

One of them still wanted to dismount and take the dead Sabertooth Tiger's body away. But after taking only a few steps closer, Ang's gaze froze him in place.

His steps halted, as though he had fallen into an icy abyss. He did not dare move for a long