"Crash!"
Surging waves slammed against the stone walls, producing dull, heavy booms.
Above Sea-Gate Cliff, two figures stood eight hundred meters apart in confrontation. Yet an eerie silence had fallen between them. Neither spoke first, but their gazes remained firmly locked on one another.
The moment either side detected the reaction they wished to see in the other's expression, they would act without hesitation according to their own plans.
"Now that I have truly been driven into a corner, Marshal Gromas, you still do not intend to capture me personally?"
Looking at Gromas, who remained motionless, as though no amount of provocation could lure him in, John knew his empty-fort strategy had already worked.
The corners of his lips slowly curled into an enigmatic smile before he deliberately sneered, "Could it be that the famed Core of the Blood Tide is so frightened when facing a mere Mid Mage like me that he does not even have the courage to fight?"
"So Grommas Shattered Fang Bloodwolf, hailed as the strongest warrior of the Bloodwolf Tribe, is nothing but a coward who looks impressive on the outside. Honestly, I am beginning to feel disappointed by this meeting."
"John Maslow, there is no need to put such useless provocation on display."
"After all, you and I both know perfectly well that I will never take a single step into the trap you set at Sea-Gate Cliff at the cost of your own life. Is that not so?"
Gromas showed no concern for John's mockery. Instead, he sneered as he exposed John's "scheme."
At the same time, he tightened the reins to restrain Moon Devourer from stepping forward in agitation. His eyes remained cold as he stared at the sinister human before bluntly exposing John's "purpose."
"If I am not mistaken, you merely