When the Three Bandits disappeared, Tyrone abruptly whirled around from his initial forward charge and shot his hand out.
There was a sudden shift in the void, and the Three Bandits reappeared. Among them, Crixus took a hit from Tyrone on the shoulder, his face as dark as thunder.
“Haha… I’ve seen through those petty tricks of you three ages ago. It’s impossible for you to toy with me with your teleportation abilities!” Tyrone scoffed upon seeing that he had scored a hit.
“It looks like you’ll really regard us as easy prey if we don’t teach you a lesson, huh?” Salazar gestured with his hand.
In the next heartbeat, faint light started flickering in mid-air.
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