Archer did not speak, but Garthor laughed. “Yosef, you’re just a rookie Martial Arts God. We don’t even want you to be an errand boy for Stormwind Sect. We’ll be wasting our time and resources on you!”
Yosef was livid to hear that, but there was nothing he could do.
Jared was definitely not someone he could go up against, so how could he possibly risk crossing Garthor?
“Brat, you’re the one who forced me to do this. I’m going to drag you to hell with me!”
As he spoke, Yosef crushed the prayer beads in his hands, and rays of holy light shone out of the beads. He recited the scriptures as he stared at the holy light.
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