Harry Potter and Sirius Black both became ruthless.
They killed anyone they saw, human or ghost, carving a bloody path through the battlefield.
Hex, who had been watching the battle all along, felt deeply pained by this.
What was with these two brats? Their strength was actually this formidable.
And those others seemed about as strong, yet they had been toyed with from the very beginning.
Was the gap between Battle Mages really this vast?
To be honest, such a disparity was truly a headache.
After witnessing that gap, Hex's face turned cold.
After all, these were people he had brought here himself. If they died like this, would that not be terribly embarrassing?
Thus, Hex made his move as well.
Hex was not from this world. He was a swordsman brought over from the Small World by the Death God.
Moreover, because of the Death God, he had also mastered certain bizarre abilities.
As a subordinate of the Death God, he had been stationed beside Voldemort to keep an eye on him, and secondly, to help Voldemort accomplish certain great ambitions.
So, Hex personally entered the fray.
"Watch out, Harry!"
Sirius Black threw out a Lightning Orb, grabbed Harry Potter with one hand, and abruptly came to a stop.
Staring at the figure blocking their way, whose form he could not see, Harry Potter said in a deep voice, "Move."
Hex let out a chuckle at those words, then said coldly, "It is not impossible for you to pass through here."
"Leave your lives behind, or submit to me."
Sirius Black sneered. Lightning burst from his body as he said gravely, "Then go die."
As soon as he spoke, Sirius Black charged at Hex. During that charge, a Thunder God's Spear condensed from Lightning Element appeared in his hand,