Joel and Maxwell ignored the newcomers, retrieving the magical beasts' cores they found from their opponents' pouches and storing them in the space-ring.
Instead, Liam was unable to show nonchalance. He had lost his borrowed bow, but his cold gaze snapped up, down, left, and right to check every detail about the four teams and the encirclement they had created.
The encirclement was too perfect to be random. Trios had appeared in Liam's team's four directions, which couldn't be a matter of different starting points.
Clearly, the other teams were actively cooperating down to their very battle formations, all with the joint goal of cornering the Pale Moon Sect's group and getting Liam. They were probably communicating, too, enabling such perfect teamwork.
