Li did not recognize the man before him—Saga. But he could tell at a glance that Saga was injured, and that his current strength seemed to be inferior even to that of the few lackeys behind him. If Li wished, he could easily slaughter everyone here. However, these people all belonged to Zeref, which meant they were his people as well. Li had no desire to make a move against them just like that, and merely watched Saga coldly.
At this moment, Layla in black slowly pushed herself up against the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, showing that the previous attack had worsened her injuries.
Yet she had once again returned to her former iceberg-like coldness, staring straight at Saga. By this point, Saga actually did not dare meet her gaze.
But then anger surged within him. The person before him was nothing more than someone gravely injured! Yet she had somehow made him feel a trace of fear! Had she been at her peak, it would have been one thing. With the power of the first-generation bloodline of a Supreme God, even if Saga, Aldebaran, and Mu joined forces, victory would not have been assured.
But what about now? After drinking the Power of Laws, even if she had not been burned to ashes, she was at least crippled!
"A lowest-ranking ninth-level apostle with only a trace of bloodline in your body—no matter how hard you try, it seems rather difficult for you to pretend to be some great figure now!" Layla in black spoke with icy, utter contempt. Even Li was startled by the disdain in her voice. What a proud woman...
Saga was so enraged that he nearly spat out blood. He could not help but resent the weakness of this body. After