Cold sweat broke out on Orga's forehead.
He was usually the most unwilling to admit defeat, and his mouth was just as stubborn.
But at that moment, he could not get out a single harsh word.
Because Lu Chongwei's punches just now had been too direct.
So strong they had no flourish at all.
Just power.
Just suppression.
Yukino stood rooted to the spot, tears still hanging on her face.
She looked at Lu Chongwei's back as he stood before the ruins, her heart both shaken and filled with inferiority.
Someone that powerful had actually acted for her sake.
For a failure who had been driven out of Sabertooth.
She almost could not believe she had the right to be protected by someone like that.
Mirajane gently pressed a hand to her shoulder, her voice very soft.
"Don't be afraid."
Yukino's lips trembled.
"Miss Mirajane... I..."
Mirajane looked at her and shook her head.
"No need to apologize."
Erza stood at the side, her cold gaze falling on the ruins.
"It's not over yet."
The next second.
Boom—!
From within the ruins, deep-purple magic suddenly surged out.
The shattered stones were sent flying.
The broken wooden beams were thrown aside.
Jiemma walked out of the ruins step by step.
His face was covered in bloody cuts, the robe on his body was in tatters, and his chest heaved heavily.
But that magic was even more violent than before.
Deep-purple magic covered his body like heavy armor, and the ground cracked inch by inch beneath his feet.
With every step he took, the entire inn shook along with him.
When the members of Sabertooth saw this scene, it was as if they had grasped their final hope.
"Guild Master!"
"The Guild Master is serious now!"
"He was only careless just now!