Otherwise, they wouldn’t have found themselves in such a dire situation.
With their strongest cultivators held back by the Solaryx Clan and the Var’Thal warriors, the Scaldriths Clan’s powerhouses broke straight into the hall.
At that mont, a deep, commanding voice resounded from outside.
"Xel’Anzeth, as one of the Scaldriths Clan’s top warriors, do you think it is honorable to strike against two juniors?"
Xel’Anzeth let out a loud laugh, but his eyes remained filled with a cold and murderous aura. "If they dared to kill mbers of my Scaldriths Clan, then they should be prepared to pay the price. You are not here—do you really think you can stop ?"
"Do you think I can’t?" An overwhelming force suddenly poured forth.
"Then go ahead and try." Xel’Anzeth’s face was filled with confidence.
He had already received information that his opponent had suffered grave injuries from the previous great battle and was now in seclusion, recovering.
This had all happened too suddenly—even if the opponent made a move now, they would never make it in ti.
By then, he would have already killed the two cultivators from the Erythar Star System.
A sinister glint flashed in Xel’Anzeth’s eyes.
If the cultivators of the Erythar Star System died in the royal palace, even if it wasn’t the Crimson Moon Dynasty’s fault, it would still drive a wedge between them.
At the sa ti, they would successfully eliminate two formidable powerhouses from the Erythar Star System—truly killing two birds with one stone.
At that thought, Xel’Anzeth’s gaze flickered to the other envoys from the Erythar Star System standing within the crowd.
Those people were much weaker, but their status seed significant.
Perhaps he could dispose of them as well.
With a calculating gleam in his eyes, Xel’Anzeth suddenly launched a strike toward Sharif and General Rafiq.
The attack roared forth like a raging river, a ferocious tidal wave crashing down with unstoppable force, sweeping toward the Erythar Star System’s delegation.
The envoys standing near Sharif and General Rafiq were overco with terror.
They had no desire to die so aninglessly, and in a panic, they desperately fled in all directions.
Sharif and General Rafiq suddenly realized that they had underestimated the aliens’ resolve.
They were willing to openly tear apart all pretense of diplomacy just to kill Rafael and Duan Yao—and now, they were trying to take them down as well.
If they truly died here, the Crimson Moon Dynasty would never fully sever ties with the aliens over just a few lives.
That was the aliens’ advantage—they could act recklessly, while humans could not.
At that mont, a shadow shot out from the side, blocking the attack for them—but that person was sent flying through the air.
"Rafael!"
Everyone rushed to Rafael’s side, only to see him coughing up a large pool of blood, with fragnts of his internal organs faintly visible among it.
His aura was visibly withering at an alarming speed.
The Scaldriths Clan’s top warriors possessed strength comparable to the Golden Core stage—overwhelmingly powerful.
Since they had entered human territory, the three alien princes had naturally brought their strongest warriors as a precaution against any human ambush.
With the Second Elder and the rest of Pleiadian Ascendancy’s warriors held back by the Solaryx Clan and the Umbrathari Clan, Xel’Anzeth, the strongest among the Scaldriths warriors, instantly appeared before Rafael and the others, raising his palm to strike.
At that mont, a barely audible sigh echoed in the air.
A flash of erald green fabric swept across everyone’s vision as a figure collided forcefully with Xel’Anzeth’s attack.
The two figures interlocked, then simultaneously staggered backward.
"Grand Elder!" The Crimson Snake Emperor’s expression shifted.
Last ti, in order to test Amalia and Kenny Lin’s cultivation levels, the Grand Elder had co out from seclusion.
He had only recently managed to retreat for recovery, yet now he had forcefully co out again—to face none other than Xel’Anzeth, the Scaldriths Clan’s top warrior.
As expected, what the Crimson Snake Emperor feared had co to pass.
In his pri, the Grand Elder would not have been shaken by this attack in the slightest.
But this ti, he was forced several steps back.
"I’m fine." The Grand Elder suppressed the tallic taste of blood rising in her throat and gently raised her hand.
The Crimson Snake Emperor did not dared to let his worries was shown on his face, lest the aliens detect any hint of the truth—that the Grand Elder had yet to recover from his severe injuries.
They had concealed this fact all along, not just from the aliens but also from the ever-watchful Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth.
If news of the Grand Elder’s injuries spread, it would spell disaster for the Crimson Moon Dynasty.
The aliens might even launch another large-scale attack on Planet Omicron.
While he did not wish for the envoys from the Erythar Star System to perish here, he was even more unwilling to let the Grand Elder take action.
As long as the Grand Elder remained, he was the pillar of the Crimson Moon Dynasty.
If he died, he couldn’t imagine what fate awaited for their Crimson Moon Dynasty.
The Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth and the aliens would surely seize the opportunity to strike.
The Crimson Snake Emperor was certain that the Grand Elder understood this as well.
And yet, to his surprise, he had still chosen to co out from seclusion.
The envoys from the Erythar Star System were slightly taken aback.
They hadn’t expected the Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty to co to their aid.
"The situation is looking grim," Sharif said gravely to General Rafiq and the others. "If things beco truly uncontrollable, you all should escape first. Hurry back and report everything to Ms. Amalia and Mr. Kenny."
"Grim? What do you an?" The others were confused.
"The Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty might not be able to hold on," Sharif observed keenly.
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