Amalia and Kenny Lin stepped forward.
Amalia gazed slightly upward at the flying boat and remarked, "It truly is an divine artifact. I wonder if Fairy Yi Xiulan refined it here or beforehand."
Kenny Lin responded, "Whether before or after, the fact that she could craft a true divine artifact ans her power is already close to that of an immortal. Or rather, her true strength might be no different from that of an immortal."
Amalia nodded. "That’s true."
"Kill them," the fake soldiers ordered.
Since the secret had been exposed, they had no choice but to eliminate these two.
Ideally, they had wanted to avoid combat to prevent attracting unwanted attention, but now they had no choice.
The cultists of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth charged forward.
Unsurprisingly, within five minutes, they all lay on the ground, lifeless.
The last remaining fake soldier was utterly terrified.
He wanted to flee but realized the only way out was through the front door.
Rapidly calculating his options, he forced a smile and said, "Esteed immortals, I am actually a squad leader from the Erebos Star System! This is a misunderstanding—I thought you were those damned Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth cultists!"
Amalia smiled, but there was an unmistakable danger behind it. "You’re right—the cultists of Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth do all deserve to die. So us killing you isn’t wrong, is it?"
The fake soldier’s pupils shrank.
Only now did he realize that his identity had been exposed.
Knowing there was no escape, he lunged forward.
"I’ll take you down with !"
Kenny Lin was already losing patience.
He simply waved his hand, sending the soldier crashing into the wall.
His bones shattered, and even the spiritual sea in his dantian was dispersed—rendering him a cripple in an instant.
Amalia walked up to the flying boat and, right in front of the disguised soldiers, she stored it away in her small world and placing it behind the little small house.
When Wealth discovered the extra flying boat in the backyard, he was imdiately drawn to its exquisite craftsmanship and supre quality as a divine artifact.
Before long, he and his little gang had claid it as their personal nest.
With this flying boat, they would have a ans of transportation when the ti ca for them to return to the Mystic Void Continent.
At the sa ti, Rafael and his team, after a grueling journey, finally made it inside the structure.
The intense sounds of battle drew them in, making them think that Amalia and Kenny Lin were fighting against others.
The chaotic footsteps did not escape the notice of the powerful combatants.
When the people from the Erythar Star Star appeared at the main entrance, the aliens and the followers of the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth tacitly withdrew from the battle, turning their wary gazes toward the newcors.
Just monts ago, the battle had been raging with fervor, but now it had suddenly stopped.
One by one, they stared at Rafael and his group.
Rafael and the others were utterly confused. What was going on? These people weren’t waiting for them, were they?
"...Would you all like to... continue?"
"Is it just you?" A nearby human couldn’t help but ask while peering behind them, as if expecting more people to follow.
Duan Yao frowned. "What do you an, ’just us’?"
Rafael suddenly caught on. "You were waiting for the two immortal s?"
The man replied, "We discovered four treasures here, and it’s clear they’re no ordinary treasure. The aliens and the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth joined forces to claim them all. With the Holy Gate of the Heaven and the Earth on the aliens’ side, our group has been struggling in battle. The people from Pleiadian Ascendancy are barely holding on."
"But..." Rafael abruptly fell silent.
At that mont, Aeryn’Thar suddenly launched an attack on the Grand Elder, with Hsu Ziyan joining in at the sa ti.
The sound of explosions echoed through the space as the battle intensified.
Seeing the fierce confrontation, Rafael did not dared advance any further.
A battle between Golden Core stage cultivators was not sothing they could afford to get caught up in.
"Cristóbal, your plan is dood to fail," Hsu Ziyan sneered. "The two people you’re counting on—if they were coming, they would’ve been here by now."
As he spoke, he clapped his hands forcefully.
With each clap, a massive palm imprint shot out.
The Grand Elder dodged, but the imprints struck the ground and walls, causing the entire structure to tremble slightly.
"So what?" The Grand Elder remained unfazed. "I never intended to rely on outsiders. Otherwise, how could I have endured all these years?"
He suddenly darted to the left, but with a ripping sound, his sleeve was torn open by Aeryn’Thar’s razor-sharp claws.
As a mber of the Garuryndra Clan, Aeryn’Thar could partially transform into his true body, and with his arms shifting into a talons, his attacks beca exponentially more lethal.
With murderous intent, Aeryn’Thar charged again. "Hsu Ziyan, stop wasting words. Finish him quickly!"
Hsu Ziyan’s expression darkened.
Of course, he knew they needed to end this quickly—but that was easier said than done.
He had expected Cristóbal to have recovered from his injuries, but he hadn’t anticipated that his strength had actually increased.
No wonder this bastard was so confident—he had the power to back it up.
"It’s those two, isn’t it?" Hsu Ziyan suddenly asked.
The Grand Elder did not reply.
Hsu Ziyan didn’t seem to mind. "You’ve been stuck at a bottleneck for so long. If you were going to break through, you would’ve done so ages ago. But now, your cultivation has suddenly advanced—and it just so happens to coincide with their appearance. What did they do? What did you do?"
At last, the Grand Elder spoke. "I’ve told you before, your path is the wrong one."
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