As Corey stared at the Wills of the three bloodlines, his expression could not help but become extremely solemn because his instincts were warning him of a great danger.
He could not see the faces of the Supreme Ancestor and Prince Zakar'el, but he could feel the killing intent they had toward him.
He looked at the Will of the Paragon Ancestor, and he saw that the Paragon Ancestor had a neutral expression.
He could not read anything from the expression of the Will or even his intent, but he felt no malice from him.
"Now, why are you guys facing me and not trying to kill one another?"
Corey asked with a wry smile, and unsurprisingly, there was no response from any of the three Wills.
Corey's lips twitched, then his instincts screamed at him the moment he saw the Supreme Ancestor lifting a finger.
His eyes widened to the limit, and he instantly tilted his head to the side.
