Magnus's sword aura roared like a flood dragon, firmly pressing Grey back step by step. Even so, his voice remained steady:
"Miss Althea, just leave this place to us. You go help Ethan."
"Good."
Althea nodded lightly, the tip of her sword vibrating as her figure instantly blurred into a streak of cold light. In the next moment, she appeared at Ethan's side, silent as moonlight yet sharp as a blade.
"Junior Brother Ethan."
"Um."
The two exchanged only a glance. There was no need for more. Their attention simultaneously locked onto Iris.
Iris's expression was twisted with panic and suppressed fury.
The frigid air around her trembled violently as she circulated spell after spell through her meridians, trying to shake off the suppression bearing down on her bloodline—yet every attempt failed.
"I used my secret technique to suppress her bloodline temporarily," Ethan said calmly, though his breathing was slightly heavy.
