The moment Caelan Phoenix charged at Great Shaman Ignis Fawkes, it was as if the entire battlefield had been put on pause.
Corbin Crowley's bone wings hovered, suspended in midair, his silver eyes full of shock.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, but with Luna now out of danger, he could finally breathe easy and fight without distractions.
Rhys Blackwood's cold snake-like pupils shot a stunned look in their direction, his serpentine tail still wound around a Phoenix Clan warrior's neck, immense shock written all over his face.
He even forgot he was still on the battlefield until another Phoenix Clan warrior seized the opportunity to attack, snapping him out of his daze.
"You court death!"
Rhys's eyes flashed with icy light; his tail lashed out like lightning, instantly sending the sneak attacker flying.
Zeke Veridian's emerald eyes shimmered coldly—the scene just now was so jaw-dropping, he honestly suspected it was an illusion.
