章 1362: Jaromir Neal and Cassian Lavoie

"Third Brother, get Boss and the others on the line. Today, we're putting an end to Kylo!" Constantine Siegel's tone was icy, his resolve unwavering.

Even now, Konnor Lombardo persisted in discussing Kylo's internal affairs. 

Constantine and Fredrich Truitt had come solely for Braydon Neal and Trevon Neal, yet Kylo barred their intervention. 

Trevon had suffered three months of torture, his heavenly path bloodline drained, his vitality extinguished—all without receiving justice from Kylo. 

And now, they dared to provoke Constantine and his companions? 

Did they truly believe that the thirteen Spirit Sea disciples feared Kylo?

Fredrich's hands moved swiftly, forming a seal as his fingers danced, conjuring an invisible force that coalesced into a circular mirror resembling water ripples. 

Within the mirror lay boundless darkness, suggesting a concealed chamber devoid of life.