Ezra's eyes were still locked on the sky where Chu Kuangren and Marcell clashed. The world shook with each blow—steel-blue fire ripping apart mountains, crimson blood freezing the very air.
A firm hand landed on his shoulder.
"Hey. Why are you dazed out?"
Ezra blinked and turned. A white-haired, middle-aged man stood beside him, eyes sharp and steady like drawn blades. Even without flaring his aura, the pressure around him was suffocating.
Ezra immediately recognized him—Lin Qingzi, Head of the Cobra Unit of Blood-fort, one of humanity's most feared special forces. A half-step Rank 7, his name alone was enough to silence enemies.
"I'm fine," Ezra said quickly, nodding.
Lin Qingzi studied him for a moment, then gave a short nod. "Good. Take care of yourself." Without another word, his figure blurred and vanished into the chaos of battle.
