555 I Don't Want Amy to Have a Strange Little Brother

Deathly silence ensued.

Sivir, Dennis, Skol, Scott, Sam, and Monkey stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the father and daughter duo up above. Their eyelids twitched, and they gulped in unison.

One of the Ironhide Bulls had been slain, while the other had been frozen. The two of them had descended like death gods, easily dispelling what had seemed to be an impossibly dire crisis.

Amy's magic had completely stunned them, while Mag's almost untraceably fast blade strike sent shivers down their spines.

His speed wasn't all that phenomenal, perhaps about the same as that of a 1st-tier knight. However, the blade strike was almost too fast for the eye to follow.

The tiny bull-slaying blade was somehow able to easily tear through the Ironhide Bull's body. What was even more incredible to them was that he had managed to kill it with a single strike.