Swish! Swish! Swish!
Aruna, Durjama, and Telicu simultaneously turned their gaze toward Haly, seated upon the throne, carefully scrutinizing him from head to toe.
"Durjama, do you know him?"
"No, I don't. What about you two?"
"I don't know who he is either!"
The three replied in unison.
After speaking, their expressions turned dubious, their eyes fixed intently on Haly before them.
Under their piercing gaze, Hela Asura's countenance grew solemn as he sat atop the golden throne, his heart quietly vigilant.
"This is bad!"
Hela Asura's heart sank.
These three Asuras were clearly unusual—they were elites among their kind, each undoubtedly possessing extraordinary abilities, unique blessings, and skills that commanded unwavering tenacity and astonishment.
At this moment, he absolutely could not show weakness!
Otherwise, these fellows might suddenly attack him.
"Haly!"
Hela Asura spoke deeply, uttering his own name.
