"Isn't that so."
The two suddenly stopped, exchanged a glance, and then smiled simultaneously.
"Back in Kruz, I thank you for sparing my life, but I'm not who I used to be. Killing you isn't impossible now, Wood," the Gray Sword Saint suddenly said.
"So you're truly planning to make a move?" Wood asked.
"Not quite. You have your ideals to realize, I have my homeland to restore, as long as you don't stand in my way, I won't make a move on you. Besides, you understand this, right? Otherwise, why would you bother bringing so many people just to give me a chance?"
Mephisto glanced at the Templars, looking indifferent as he said, "Moreover, dealing with you alone is already challenging, adding so many dogs would be troublesome."
The Templars glared at him indignantly, yet none of them dared to act, unsure whether they were ordered or intimidated by his prowess.
