Not only were Xayden and his guardian warriors terrified, but so were the soldiers at the front. Their paces slowed down, some even came to a stop.
Isaac was standing on the chair. He was like a god of war to them, the sword he held, surrounded in waves of red spiritual energy, was like the Reaper's scythe.
"Why did y'all stop moving?" With a flick of his wrist, Isaac held the sword before him. He looked mockingly at the soldiers and Xayden.
Cedric and Lewis exchanged a glance and immediately requested in an angry tone, "My Lord, please allow us to fight that brat!"
At that moment, someone shouted from behind, "Xayden Neal, stop what you're doing!"
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