The echo of rapid footsteps from the cave behind indicates that someone is sprinting towards here.
Sigler turned around for a glance, a hint of sarcasm curling at the corner of his lips.
Then he dashed towards the nine o'clock direction pointed by the Dragon scale!
The century-old preparation of his family, the final moment, how could he let others take over?
This was also the first time Sigler ran at full speed since entering the ruins.
Everyone was unaware that this young master, born with a silver spoon, actually possessed strength that was not inferior to his guards.
Or perhaps everyone was deceived by his usual demeanor.
Beneath the facade of opulence lay astonishing combat ability.
The Iris family's position atop the Federation is a testament to that.
At this moment, every step he took left a shallow footprint on the ground, his figure leaping three meters in an instant.
