640 Fast, Retreat!!

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode his newly evolved Golden Dragon King Quarla, "escorting" Orson directly toward the coalition fleet.

"Three dragon kings… one of them level forty-five, the other, a God-tier creature whose attributes we can't even see!"

"My God… that's a divine phoenix! A legendary Infinite Dimensions creature… actually taking orders from them!"

The commander of the coalition fleet, Alaska Wolverine, went pale. Sweat beaded on his forehead. In that instant, he was no fierce wolverine—more like a trembling little husky.

Davis's expression was twisted with malice. His voice dripped with cold calculation.

"Don't engage them directly. We're under the protection of a forbidden-curse barrier. Pull back!"

"Yes, unless they want total war and extinction, they won't dare actually attack us!"