"The seal set by Sunlord is not something you—or even any awakener of this plane—can shake. How exactly did you break it?"
Max's eyes were locked onto Clinton, his gaze sharp and unrelenting.
Back when Clinton first emerged from the seal, Max had dismissed it as an illusion. After all, this was an array personally set by his mentor.
Someone of that caliber, even with a mere flick of their hand, could leave behind a seal that no one on this plane should be able to break.
As soon as his voice fell, he suddenly noticed that the young man sitting atop the Ironback Centipede had stepped forward, standing right in front of Clinton and scrutinizing him up and down.
"That so-called array you're talking about? It wasn't much. I walked Clinton right out without any trouble. Why are you barking like a dog here?"
Velen had zero respect for Max. The guy didn't even act like a genius—he couldn't beat Clinton in a fight, so he immediately called in reinforcements to suppress him.
