Within a few seconds when Andrew was gasping for breath, he had been besieged by the magic team, and the magic of them had been well prepared.
"You are outstanding. Now I understand why Kaleb died in your hands."
With the heavy sword in his hand, Aston walked slowly to Logan's side. "If it weren't for this hatred, I would have brought you down, settled you down by the side of Bingo, and cultivated you well, becoming the next chief mage."
"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'll be raped by him."
Andrew struggled to stand up.
Although he had been injured, he tried his best to keep his breathing steady and didn't show any weakness.
"Humph, let me see how long you can hold on." Aston sneered.
Logan couldn't wait to raise his sword and said, "Father, let me kill him now."
"I promise I will cut his flesh into pieces and break his bones inch by inch, making him die in extreme pain."
"It's not your turn."