If they hadn't arrived in time, if they hadn't followed the faint trail she left.
Perhaps by now she would've already been taken away and left their world.
His clenched fist emitted a "crackling" sound.
Once again, he swung a punch without hesitation.
But this time, Zane anticipated his move, and reached out to precisely catch his fist.
"Men of the land, you're too weak."
Zane spoke casually.
Evan Sinclair stared at him in shock.
Zane's gaze was as deep as the sea.
His well-defined jaw was tightly tense, his expression stern.
What shocked Evan Sinclair even more was the fierce aura emanating from Zane, making it hard to act rashly.
He had to admit, just a moment ago.
It was as if he saw the same brother that everyone submitted to.
Zane suddenly exerted force from his hand.
Although his body remained weak, energy fluctuating, the power he unleashed was not diminished.
Evan instantly felt his hand bone being crushed.
He couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.
