The assassin leader sighed. "In your next life, don’t be reborn here. Formation—activate!"
The final two words were laced with killing intent.
At last, the attackers revealed their true identity.
The spikes of earth shot up from the ground, encircling the warriors of the Fire Vein Tribe.
Only those from the Earth Vein Tribe possessed such abilities.
However, they were not alone.
The Water Vein Tribe, the Fire Vein Tribe’s sworn enemies, had also joined the assault.
Due to their elental opposition, the two tribes had always been at odds, their hostility never hidden.
The warriors of the Fire Vein Tribe were quickly separated.
Yeom Hwaun’s anxiety spiked—at this rate, they would be picked off one by one.
Perhaps... he had no other choice.
His gaze settled on the surrounding Water and Earth Vein warriors, determination hardening in his eyes.
A reckless, desperate thought surged through his mind.
You forced us into this.
You left us no choice!
In the next mont, the air’s temperature spiked dramatically, rising higher and higher.
The warriors of the Water Vein Tribe felt a wave of discomfort wash over them, their expressions shifting drastically.
"No! He’s igniting his Fire Seed!"
Every mber of the Fire Vein Tribe was born with a Fire Seed—though it required awakening.
Most awakened it upon reaching adulthood, boosting their combat strength.
Yeom Hwaun had never awakened his, a fact that had once left the late chieftain deeply troubled.
Yet now, his fury had finally ignited it.
Among the Fire Vein Tribe, there existed a desperate, self-destructive technique—Burning the Fire Seed.
It unleashed devastating power in an instant, but at the cost of losing the Fire Seed forever.
Panic gripped the Water Vein warriors.
Their natural elental disadvantage ant they suffered the most under Yeom Hwaun’s rising heat.
The Earth Vein warriors fared slightly better, but they, too, knew the dangers of a fully awakened Fire Seed.
Yeom Hwaun’s Fire Seed was clearly of exceptional quality—the heat in the air was already unbearable.
"Chieftain!" Yeom Hwayue’s voice cracked with urgency.
He could feel it—Yeom Hwaun was burning away his Fire Seed.
If this continued, he would die.
Just then, high above them, an unseen spatial rift silently opened.
A flying boat burst forth from the tear in space, its shadow swallowing the forest below.
For an instant, the sky itself seed to darken.
Everyone instinctively looked up.
A colossal flying boat lood overhead, having appeared so quietly that not a single person had noticed until now.
Then—screams rang out.
Yeom Hwaun spared only a glance at the sky before he swiftly refocusing on the battle and cutting down the assassin around him with relentless precision.
In just that brief mont of distraction, several of them had already fallen to his blade.
Aboard the flying boat.
"Huh? Mother, there’s a fight going on down there."
Slumped against the ship’s railing like a dead dog, Wealth was utterly exhausted—but he still had the energy to observe the battle below.
Amalia was equally drained.
Using the Suru World to attack the spatial rift had taken its toll on him.
After resting for a while, she finally retracted the flying boat and jumped down while carrying Wealth with him.
The surrounding spiritual energy was dense—this clearly wasn’t the Androda Universe.
However, the terrain and the ongoing battle below didn’t resemble the Mystic Void Continent either.
Amalia landed beneath a towering tree, taking in the scene.
A group of masked people in the black clothes was besieging a lone man, the battlefield littered with jagged earth spikes.
Such combat tactics weren’t uncommon back on Earth, but after arriving in the Mystic Void Continent, he had rarely seen this kind of fight style.
"Hey, is this the Mystic Void Continent?" Amalia muttered.
He needed to confirm his location—getting lost on the wrong world would be a massive hassle.
Yeom Hwaun caught sight of Amalia, his eyes flashing with a glimr of hope.
He couldn’t gauge her strength—but that only proved she was far beyond his level.
He couldn’t hold out much longer.
If this continued, death was inevitable.
Perhaps... he could ask her for help?
"This is indeed Mystic Void Continent," he declared. "I am Yeom Hwaun, the leader of the Fire Vein Tribe. I am under attack by outlaws. If you lend your aid, I will grant you anything you desire in return!"
To survive, Yeom Hwaun could no longer afford to hesitate.
Even if he did not value his own life, he had to think of Yeom Hwayue and the rest of his people.
Amalia asked with amusent, "Aren’t you afraid I’ll make outrageous demands afterward?"
Gritting his teeth, Yeom Hwaun responded, "Nothing is more important than the lives of my people."
"You’re quite loyal," Amalia mused.
She then turned her gaze toward the assassins.
"I hate people in black clothes who hide behind masks the most. Consider yourself lucky—I’ll lend you a hand this ti."
Hearing this, the warriors from the Earth Vein Tribe and Water Vein Tribe stepped forward.
One of them sneered, "We are from the Earth Vein Tribe and Water Vein Tribe. Do you truly intend to interfere in our tribal affairs? Think carefully. The Fire Vein Tribe has no powerful warriors to protect you. Once this is over, you’ll face the wrath of both our tribes!"
Amalia chuckled softly. "If you had spoken nicely, maybe I would’ve reconsidered it. But now? I have no choice but to intervene."
She tossed Wealth toward Yeom Yueguang’s direction. "Wealth, go help them."
"Should I kill them all?" Wealth lazily licked his paw, a hint of excitent in his eyes.
Ever since reaching the peak of the Deity Transformation stage, he had wandered into the Androda Universe and hadn’t had the chance to fight.
"Up to you." With that, Amalia leaped into the fray.
As her aura gradually unfurled, the warriors of the Water Vein Tribe and Earth Vein Tribe finally sensed the full extent of her power.
"She’s in the Deity Transformation stage?"
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