"I didn't expect that you, Cedric, would actually use the Three Human Formations to transfer everyone away."
"Since that is the case, I will just have to chop off the heads of you two and deliver them as a gift to Alex..."
However, just as Cyrus prepared to make his move, his pupils suddenly shrank. His entire body began to tremble violently, uncontrollably.
"This... what is going on?!" Garret frowned.
"Elder Brother, what's wrong?"
"Garret, quick, quickly save me..." Cyrus's face was as pale as paper.
His voice trembled. "I feel so cold all over. My energy is continuously draining away..."
"Is... is it this thing?!"
Suddenly, Cyrus realized something.
Face full of panic, he looked at the knife in his chest. Tremblingly gripped the hilt and pulled it out regardless of the consequences.
"Elder Brother, wait..." Garret wanted to stop him. But it was already too late.
Pfft.
After the knife was pulled out, it instantly turned into fine powder and drifted away.
