Life After Prison

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Following the resounding explosion, a burst of fire erupted before Blake, and the formidable shockwave instantly shattered the defensive aura in front of him. The fiery green lotus whirled like a little tornado, voraciously consuming Blake's flesh in an attempt to reduce him to ashes.

Fortunately for Blake, his reflexes were swift enough that he was able to sense the shattering of his spiritual light shield. He prompted deployed his defensive spiritual treasure, but even then, the injuries he sustained were rather severe.

The violent explosion led Blake to feel as though a colossal mountain had collided with his chest, breaking several ribs. What startled him more was the spiritual fire's ability to scorch his consciousness, inflicting substantial damage to his soul.

As he emerged from the flames, Blake wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glanced icily at Severin. In a cold tone, he declared, 'I'll kill you."

Though he had managed to dodge Severin's sneak attack, the injuries he received were rather substantial. What fueled Blake's anger further was the indignity that he-as the scion of an esteemed family-had suffered.

Some distance away, Zeb halted upon hearing the explosion behind him. He turned around swiftly and looked at Severin after hearing the latter's yell, and his gaze turned much colder as he looked at Karl.

"You cane with backup?" Zeb questioned Karl with an icy expression.

Karl was relieved that Severin had come to his rescue, but he nonetheless felt a chill run through him after hearing Zeb's words. He vehemently denied, "No! No! Don't put words on my mouth! He's not backup!"

Fearful of Zeb's murderous intent, Karl decided not to admit any association with Severin and dreaded the consequences of doing so. He glanced at Severin and noticed that Blake's eyes were brimming with murderous intent after being severely wounded. Zeb's glance then reverted back to Karl's as he said, "Don't lie to me."

In the next instant, Zeb attempted to kill Karl.

Meanwhile, in the meteorite belt, Blake wore a gloomy and menacing expression as he clutched his ring-hilted black broadsword. He sneered at Severin and remarked, "I didn't think a level three paragon like yourself would mount a sneak attack on me. That was quite unexpected."

Severin grinned and retorted, "And what about the sneak attack? You have assaulted my comrade! Karl and I have our sights set on the metal Uru here. Now the two of you should scram if you know what's good for you!"

Though Severin desired the metal Uru in the meteorite belt, he acknowledged the formidable challenge posed by the two Menzie disciples. His ploy was to pin the blame on Karl and then see how things go after that.

As expected, Karl erupted in anger and frustration after hearing Severin's words. Severin's ploy had ensnared him. He would have no issues working together with Severin under normal circumstances, but Severin had rubbed salt into the wound by mentioning his name even after he was clearly at a disadvantage from suffering serious injuries.

Karl received the brunt of the beating, while Severin reaped all the benefits.