"Riiip!"
A Spatial Rift tore open, and Hohenheim stepped out, his expression grim as he looked in the direction Pantos had fled.
Hohenheim utterly loathed that useless Pantos.
With just a little more time, he could have defeated Alice. Then he would not only have obtained Dunn, the opportunity that could let him rise to High Legendary.
He could also have gotten his hands on a Heaven's Mandate-grade Wizard Tower!
But it was all that coward Pantos's fault.
In truth, if Pantos had steeled himself and fought for his life, he would not have been routed so quickly.
There was a very good chance he could have held out until Hohenheim won.
But Pantos had not dared to gamble. If he won, Hohenheim would reap the greatest rewards, though the benefits Hohenheim had promised him were also very tempting.
But if he lost, he would be the one to die.
No treasure or benefit, however great, mattered more than his own life.
"Igneel, Quintus, Eric, Spears, we lost. Let's go."
Hohenheim's voice reached the ears of the Legendary fighters still in battle.
Three people had already fled. If they delayed any longer, someone really would be left behind.
Hohenheim had invited all these Legendary fighters. They had already gained nothing from this trip; if one of them died as well, the loss would be disastrous.
After all, these Legendary fighters were also his connections. He would need them for his future plans.
If one of them really was killed or injured because Hohenheim abandoned them, the others would probably distance themselves from him too.
"What happened? How did we lose so quickly?"
Quintus returned to Hohenheim's side and asked in confusion.
Because Igneel's abilities were so troublesome, Bronn had concentrated most of his firepower on Quintus.
Under Bronn's pressure, Quintus