Seeing this, Philip laughed at Lyle’s disdain.

As expected, the little guy he valued was arrogant, indeed.

“That’s enough, the evil spirits are coming…” Philip patted Lyle on the shoulder, not wanting to waste time here.

Hearing that, Lyle tossed the weapon back to Dace.

Although that guy was annoying, Lyle did not want to see him killed so easily.

Dace grabbed his weapon from the air and held it in his arms tightly.

He stroked his saber nervously and checked it carefully for any damage.