His body, not yet fully recovered, could barely move an inch within the Decoupling Array, simply powerless despite the excess of will.
"Young Clan Leader, do not worry about this old minister. When this old minister was galloping on the battlefield, this fellow was still in his mother's womb."
Alger propped himself up with his double-edged sword, wiped away the blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, and once more clenched his teeth to fight the endlessly laughing Gerna.
"Heh, Eckhart, instead of worrying about others, why not worry about yourself?"
At some point, Erik had disengaged from the battle, standing grimly in front of Eckhart, the curved knife in his hand exuding a piercing chill.
Seeing this, both Alger and other allied powerhouses wanted to lend a hand, but were tightly entangled by their opponents, unable to break free.
"Please, everyone, do not worry about me. Even if the Divine Eagle's wings are broken, it would not bow to a cunning raven."
