CHAPTER 986
"....?!"
Devan took a few staggered steps backward as his Ki spear slid out of Grey's hands with a wet, sickening sound.
Fresh blood dripped from the glowing Ki construct as he stared intensely at the individual who had suddenly materialized to intercept his precise kill.
No matter how hard he searched his memory, he was unable to recall ever seeing this person.
During the entire duration of the battle, this figure had been absent.
Furthermore, the velocity he had used to appear was unlike anything Devan had witnessed today.
It was almost as if he had utilized some form of genuine teleportation.
Devan watched in silence as the man turned around to glance at the wounded mage on the ground.
"Haaa…. you are back already?" Fenrir questioned, his brows furrowed in a mix of confusion and relief despite his bone-deep exhaustion.
Grey didn't offer a verbal reply.
