"Elder Luo Feng, we belong to Lei Yan Hall Master's faction and report directly to Elder Tulan."
As the enormous palm, vast as a world, descended to envelop them, the leader of one raider squad struggled desperately to resist while hurriedly transmitting, "We belong to Lei Yan Hall Master's faction and report directly to Elder Tulan."
"I already said it: even if Elder Tulan came in person, you would still have to die!" Luo Feng's eyes were cold as he looked at the seventeen raiders below, as though they were already dead.
Perhaps among these seventeen raiders, some had been born in Source Worlds and possessed clones, allowing them to escape death under the protection of their Source Worlds. But those born in the myriad worlds... were doomed beyond doubt!
"Everyone, hold on! I'll contact Elder Tulan right away!"
One of the raider leaders took out a communication token. At this life-or-death juncture, he could no longer worry about anything else and hurriedly used the token to seek help from Elder Tulan.
The other raiders were jolted by his words and all desperately activated their secret treasures to defend themselves. If they could hold out, perhaps they really could await Elder Tulan's rescue.
Although they all knew Elder Tulan was greedy by nature, his strength ranked among the foremost of Windwave City's hundreds of Elders.
"Hm? What's going on? Why isn't the communication token responding?"
The raider leader sending the distress message suddenly discovered that the communication token in his hand had no response. That meant his message had not been sent, and he was momentarily stunned.
"What? The transmission can't be sent?"
"Could spacetime have been sealed off? Impossible! This is the Nine River Sacred Realm!"
Every one of the other raiders was alarmed. The spacetime of the Nine