The Grand Elder's Last Stand

However, killing the Grand Elder of the Crimson Moon Dynasty would benefit them even more.

"Not necessarily. It's just a matter of when we can discuss it," the Grand Elder said cryptically.

"This is the only thing you've said today that I agree with. When this battle is over, the Crimson Moon Dynasty might just have to sit down and negotiate with us," Xel'Markos replied, not fully grasping his meaning.

The Grand Elder shook his head. "You two can come at me together."

He didn't need to say it.

Xel'Anzeth and Xel'Markos had already moved.

No one else dared to approach—not even the aliens.

They were retreating, knowing that when top-tier warriors clashed, the energy backlash alone could tear them apart in an instant.

Although they were attacking together, Xel'Anzeth and Xel'Markos weren't fighting at full force right away.

Instead, they were deliberately maneuvering the Grand Elder toward the human side.