The Grand Elder's Gambit

The moment the Crimson Snake Emperor spoke, he noticed something was wrong.

"Isn't the Grand Elder the most powerful cultivator in the Crimson Moon Dynasty? Wasn't it he who forced the aliens to stop their war? Now he's only facing a warrior from the Crimson Moon Dynasty—why would he be struggling?"

"If he was at his peak, there would be no issue. But from his condition and the Crimson Snake Emperor's reaction, something is clearly wrong," Sharif sighed. "Just listen to me. Get out while you can."

Mateo gritted his teeth. "If only Ms. Amalia and Mr. Kenny were here! That so-called Xel'Anzeth wouldn't stand a chance!"

"True. But they aren't here, and we can't rely on them all the time."

"Enough talking! While the aliens are occupied with the Grand Elder, you need to leave now!" Rafael spat out another mouthful of blood and wiped his mouth carelessly.

"What about you?" The others asked worriedly.