At that moment, Forsythe sneered. "Ambrose, surrender yourself. Since I can use Heather to lure you here, I have enough stake in making sure I can capture you."
As the final word was spoken, the elites all drew their long sabers and focused their attention on Ambrose.
"Stop bickering!" Ambrose was too lazy to talk to Forsythe. He waved his hand in the air, holding the Tyrant Hammer. His entire body was charged with fighting energy. "Not only am I going to save Heather today, but I will also avenge all the Elysium Gate disciples who died three days ago."
Ambrose flew up into the air and swung the Tyrant Hammer to create a golden ray to blast his opponents. The golden ray glistened like thunder. Many elites saw a flash of light in their eyes and could not avoid the attack. They were blasted off by the massive force unleashed by the golden ray and vomited blood while falling to the ground and unable to move.
Forsythe had a terrible look on his face. He shouted, "Listen carefully! Start the formation to kill Ambrose at all costs. Don't panic. He is alone. No matter how powerful the Tyrant Hammer is, his internal energy will eventually run out."
When the elites received the order, they looked at each other and moved quickly to form a massive trap formation to surround Ambrose. The formation was hexagonal. The formation's elites communicated with one another. Forsythe saw the formation in an ancient book. Even though it was not a complex formation, it was difficult to break through due to the large number of people forming it.
Heather panicked and cried when Ambrose became trapped by the formation. She continued to cry. Then, she screamed, "Run, Ambrose! Please run, I beg you. Please!"
She knew Ambrose was a powerful man, but he could not win when his opponent had planned ahead of time.
Ambrose's heart broke when he heard Heather sobbing. He clenched his teeth and said, "I will never leave you, Heather! We'll just have to die together!"
He looked around and yelled at Forsythe and the elites, "So you want my life? Come and get it!" He tightened his grip on the Tyrant Hammer as he spoke and moved into the crowd to begin killing.
Ambrose's eyes were filled with rage. His mind went insane to save Heather. With every swing of the Tyrant Hammer, it would kill someone.
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