"I think this is the perfect moment for you to show off your new power, now that you've advanced to the third stage, don't you think?"
Ethan smiled, and in the next instant, a figure appeared beside him, with long white hair and a face of transcendent beauty.
Now in the third stage, and with her talent, her basic attributes exceeded a thousand each.
That was a level where she could already clearly demonstrate why only warriors above the third stage were considered experts.
Mireya stared at the first-stage mercenaries fleeing desperately, and her eyes gleamed.
Her large purple tits swayed heavily beneath the tightness of her steel bodice as she took a step forward, the generous flesh bouncing against the confines of the metal with each movement.
She unleashed her killing intent and projected her aura, a bloody mist enveloping the battlefield.
Three or four first-stage warriors might, in specific cases, be capable of killing an average second-stage warrior.
