Daniel's perception was incomparably sharp.
The killing intent emanating from those three was like phosphorescent fire in the dark, instantly caught by him.
"How could I allow hyenas to bare their teeth and lick blood over something I've set my eyes on?"
A surge of displeasure rose in his heart.
And they even dared to target me?
Then use your lives to atone for that arrogance.
Daniel had never been one to hesitate.
Whether the treasure had yet to mature, whether it might alarm others—he did not care about any of these concerns.
Any enemy he wanted to suppress would simply…
Die!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…!
Ninety-nine clones suddenly stepped out from the void, surrounding the three powerhouses from the Varasen Universe.
Every clone was identical to his true body, their eyes cold and their auras deep, as though ninety-nine gods of death had opened their eyes at the same time.
At the same time, he flipped his hand and took out the Voidbound Grail.
