The man speaking was none other than Fitch, senior to the Lord of the Celestial God Palace and head of the Celestial God Palace Combat Division, as well as a disciple of the palace's ancestral elder.
Ysera recognized him imdiately. Her gaze turned icy as she stared at him and his companions.
"Your palace master is in the Spring Forest over there. Why aren't you rescuing her? What's the aning of trying to capture here?"
She had quickly deduced that the positions where she and the Lord of the Celestial God Palace had fallen must have been mixed up by their respective factions.
Fitch clasped his gloved hands together and replied earnestly,
"There's no need for the Lord of Ysera to concern herself with that."
The terrifying energy emanating from the three celestial gods of Erald Dreamscape had been palpable even from a great distance.
It was obvious they wouldn't make it in ti to provide aid. The best course of action was to capture Ysera, forcing the Erald Dreamscape celestial gods into a dilemma.
"If you co with us willingly, I won't make things difficult for you. But if you resist, don't bla for using less... gentle thods," he added.
Although his tone seed calm, it carried an undeniable authority. The aura emanating from him and his companions had already locked onto Ysera, leaving her with no chance of escape.
"You want to capture to exchange for a hostage?" Ysera said coldly. "Or perhaps you're planning to use to threaten Erald Dreamscape?"
The situation made it hard for her to avoid such conclusions.
Fitch remained calm as he replied,
"You're correct, Lord of Ysera. So let's avoid unnecessary conflict.
As long as your people don't harm our palace master, we won't harm you.
If it cos to blows, in your current injured state, you'll only suffer needlessly."
His voice grew sharper and more commanding, reverberating through the air until it seed to drown out all other sounds, as if he were channeling the authority of The Celestial itself.
Ysera clenched her fists. She knew Fitch was not just the senior of the Lord of the Celestial God Palace but also stronger than her in combat.
Under normal circumstances, she might be able to fight him evenly. However, in her current condition, that was impossible.
Moreover, Fitch wasn't alone. Two other celestial god mages from the Celestial God Palace stood at his side. Even at her peak, Ysera couldn't have taken on all three at once.
Realizing this, she sighed in frustration and despair. Against three god-tier combatants, she had no hope of victory.
Even if Leslie, the legendary figure of the Pure Land, were here, she doubted it would make a difference.
With resignation, she cast a glance at Leslie behind her and reluctantly stepped toward Fitch. Fitch inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. While he was focused on capturing Ysera, he was also deeply concerned for his junior sister.
Now that Ysera had chosen to cooperate, it seed his junior sister's situation would be manageable as well.
But just as Ysera took her first step, a cold voice rang out:
"Ysera, I told you before: I saved you. Your life belongs to now."
Startled, Ysera instinctively stopped and turned to look at Leslie.
Her erald-green eyes were filled with disbelief. Even now, Leslie seed ready to stand against the three celestial gods!
"And who are you?" Fitch asked, his gaze falling on Leslie, who was dressed in an elegant and regal gown.
He had noticed her as soon as he arrived. Her beauty seed to possess a natural mana, captivating him at a glance.
As the senior of the Lord of the Celestial God Palace, Fitch had seen many stunning won, but none had compared to his junior sister or Ysera-until now.
Leslie's presence, her cold and aloof deanor, surpassed even those two. As he scrutinized her, Fitch's breathing quickened. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't gauge her power. The oppressive aura she exuded alone was enough to make him uneasy.
Leslie lowered her gaze slightly, and an icy, commanding force swept toward Fitch like a winter gale, freezing the air.
In an instant, Fitch felt as though his entire body were encased in frost, even his eyelashes coated in ice.
"If you keep staring, I'll gouge out your eyes," Leslie said icily.
The chilling words sent shivers down Fitch's spine. He imdiately lowered his head, unable to et Leslie's gaze.
She exuded the presence of a rciless reaper, and even his soul quivered.
The two celestial gods standing beside Fitch also averted their eyes, overwheld by the suffocating pressure emanating from Leslie.
Her oppressive aura was so terrifying that it felt as though the sky itself were collapsing into nothingness.
Leslie's frosty gaze swept over the trio, brimming with cold killing intent. Their scrutiny of her made her deeply uncomfortable.
To Leslie, aside from Owen, everyone else was utterly insignificant.
Fitch, regaining so composure, adjusted his attire and gave Leslie a gentlemanly bow.
"Greetings, my lady. I am Fitch, head of the Celestial God Palace Combat Division."
In the Pure Land, Fitch was a renowned figure-a powerful, aristocratic leader and one of the most handso n in the region.
He had countless admirers. Confident in his charm, he believed he could at least win Leslie's favor, if not her heart.
However, Leslie's cold and disdainful response shattered his confidence:
"Leave."
The single word left Fitch dumbfounded, his smile frozen in place.
Was Leslie immune to his charm? Or was she simply oblivious to it?
Fitch glared at Leslie, his gaze sharpening as if to pierce through her cold exterior.
Yet the mont his eyes t hers, a bone-chilling frost seized his soul, leaving him montarily paralyzed.
When he finally regained his senses, the faint desire in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a
steely coldness.
"Who are you? Such arrogance-should I take this as a challenge to ? Or to the Celestial
God Palace itself?"
Leslie, now thoroughly irritated, said flatly, "You talk too much."
Fitch and the other two celestial gods exchanged uneasy glances. His battle instincts, honed through years of combat, scread that sothing was wrong.
Yet, Leslie's young appearance made it hard to believe she posed any real threat. Besides, they
were three celestial gods.
No matter how strong Leslie might be, she couldn't possibly prevail against them.
Fitch's confidence surged as a wicked thought crossed his mind.
"Playing hard to get, are we? Once I capture you, you'll see how powerful I am," he mused.
Deciding to act, Fitch motioned to his companions, locking his energy onto Leslie. "We must take the Lord of Ysera with us. There's no room for negotiation. If you resist, I'll destroy your mana core and imprison you in the Celestial God Palace as an example." Before he could finish, Leslie's eyes flashed with a deadly cold light. She launched herself at Fitch without hesitation.
Fitch, who had already been wary of Leslie's intentions, imdiately commanded, "Attack!"
He charged at Leslie, a spear materializing in his hand. Like a blazing dragon, it radiated intense heat, warping the air around it as he thrust forward with lethal precision.
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