"It's best not to go down there, this person is really strong."
Yvelise Ayers reminded once again.
"No matter how strong, he's an outsider just like me. We entered this Holy Kingdom at the same time. If I don't even have the courage to draw my blade, then I might as well stop using one altogether."
Grayson snorted coldly, sitting on the basket, he went down directly, as it was a conflict among outsiders.
This kind of confrontation, the Supervising Battle Team on the wall would not stop.
He held the Tiger Wing and walked step by step towards Zephyr Grimm.
At this moment, Grayson, having fully converted his military achievements into his own strength, was at the peak of his state. Even when facing the one who could sit atop the Black Dragon, he wasn't the least bit afraid.
Da, da, da!
Grayson began to sprint, his right hand gripping the hilt of the blade.
When he was ten meters away from Zephyr Grimm, he suddenly leaped up.
