On the rooftop of the shopping center, Zhang Tie looked at Scala. In Zhang Tie's eyes, Scala saw a calmness and powerful confidence...
The corpses and flesh of Winged Devils drifting down from the sky seemed to be the best proof of Zhang Tie's current strength. In such a short time, using such methods, he had instantly wiped out so many Winged Devils in the air. Even Scala knew that he himself was incapable of such a feat. Zhang Tie's returning flying axes were one factor, but Scala had never seen anyone wield such weapons to such a level.
Level-nine and level-ten Winged Devils had been cleared away before Zhang Tie in the blink of an eye, like slaughtering dogs and chickens.
A man he had nearly killed a few days ago was now standing so calmly before him; he had to have something to rely on. A flicker of danger passed through Scala's heart, but he crushed the feeling in an instant. No matter what, even after a few days apart, Scala did not believe Zhang Tie could have changed that much. At most, he had advanced one level—but so what? A level-thirteen Tirsilis plus an eleventh-level, or at most twelfth-level, Zhang Tie—how could they possibly be his match? Zhang Tie had always been cunning and dangerous. Perhaps he had appeared in this way simply to pressure him into letting this woman go.
The flash in Tirsilis's eyes did not escape Scala's notice. Seeing the expression on her face, he became even more convinced that the two had known each other all along, or shared some intimate connection. That was why Zhang Tie had appeared before him in this manner, hoping to scare him off. Back in Mist Moon Forest, Zhang Tie had appeared first, and then this woman