Bab 1047: 613

If one were to ask who had instilled a psychological shadow in Negris, Locke was undoubtedly one of them, in fact, the primary one. Negris could still recall being dragged back to the Resting Camp like a dead dog.

Peeing on Locke's grave was the bravest form of revenge he could think of, but alas, he only dared to 'think about it'. Now, Anthony had openly triggered something, Kvada—this charlatan had betrayed me!

Locke's eyes blazed with rage as his gaze fell on Ange, glaring intensely.

Ange tilted his head, and Boom! A strong fluctuation erupted in front of him.

"?" Locke looked at Ange in surprise.

Although he had only intended to teach Negris a lesson and hadn't exerted much force, he felt as if he had run into an indiscernible wall, forcing him to take Ange seriously.

He looked at Ange, and Ange looked back at him. After a prolonged stare, Locke finally averted his gaze, skipping over the matter, and turned towards Anthony saying,