Asher didn't stare at the two Monster corpses; he simply followed the direction where he sensed the Rank 8 beings. His steps were calm as he walked with the demeanor of a man who believed he could take on these two beings and come out on top.
After walking for a few minutes, Asher stepped into the space where the Emovira and Monkey were sitting. The space was large, spanning three kilometers wide, but to beings of their level, it might as well have been a meter.
As Asher's purple eyes met the Emovira and Monkey, they stared back at him with broad smiles on their faces as they spoke.
"I underestimated you, Asher Wargrave. I had thought that you could only exchange a few attacks with us before we killed you, but it seems that yet again, we've clearly underestimated the Bloodline Of Doom."
The Emovira spoke first, its eyes fixed on Asher, its fang visible as a wide, maniacal grin appeared on its face.
"When my friend over here talked about you, I simply lost interest."
