The Wind Element Grand Archmage hid in the shadows, watching Ang effortlessly carve up and seal away that Tier 4 Foul Spirit. The bitterness in his heart nearly spilled from his mouth.
He knew he had no chance of stopping Ang, yet resentment and indignation still surged within him.
Only after taking several deep breaths did he force down his emotions and swiftly return to the battlefield.
When he returned to where Lanlost and the others were, he recounted everything he had just witnessed in full detail.
As soon as he finished speaking, an undercurrent immediately stirred among the group.
"He took a Tier 4 Foul Spirit all for himself. That's far too unfair to us!" Fisher's face darkened, his voice full of complaint.
The female Grand Archmage's eyes flickered, and a faint smile curved her lips. Her tone carried a trace of envy. "How enviable... Especially Katie and the Mermaid Empress. They get to stand on his shoulders and fight beside him. Who wouldn't be tempted by that kind of trust and position?"
Fisher snorted coldly, his words laced with mockery. "What, you want to join his side too? Don't forget, we're on the same team."
The female Grand Archmage did not argue. She merely murmured softly, "I'm a woman. Perhaps I could ask him for two Foul Spirit bodies... If I truly managed to obtain them, I could take another step forward. As for you, I'm afraid it wouldn't be so easy."
Her voice was quiet, yet every person heard it clearly.
Fisher's face instantly flushed red, rage churning within him as he wished he could strike back at once.
But reason told him that the female Grand Archmage was not speaking nonsense—
If he asked for one, Ang would most likely reject him without mercy.
By comparison,