Purifier Squad Crisis

The brief exchange made them realize the absolute gap in strength.

The only spacecraft that might have forced its way through the blockade had now been destroyed by the Blood Butcher Organization.

That meant they had already lost their chance to escape.

However, as elites of the Federal Arbitration Office, they had no reason to kneel and live. They would rather stand and die.

After a brief adjustment, Yu Lancuan raised his head and looked at his comrades fighting alongside him.

"The enemy is powerful. None of us can face them alone!"

"Since we can't escape, then we'll attack together!"

"Surround them!"

"Although they're all Level 12 Peak Experts, we're not without a chance!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's spirits were immediately lifted.

"Right! Let's attack together and take them down!"

"A few old geezers—nothing more than people who've lived a few more years than us. They're already frail and aged. As long as we fight a war of attrition, their blood and vitality will definitely run dry before long! That'll be our chance!"

"Fight!"

"..."

The Purifier Squad was composed mostly of young people.

Under such overwhelming pressure, the bloodlust in their veins was thoroughly ignited.

Who cared what the Blood Butcher Organization was? Who cared how strong their opponents were?

All they knew now was that these old bastards intended to send them to their deaths.

Then they had only one choice—fight!

Even if they were ultimately defeated, they would still bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh before they died.

"Form up!"

Following Yu Lancuan's command,

dozens of Purifier Squad members disregarded their injuries. As if reborn, they flashed away in different directions, surrounding the elders.

"Star Blades!"

With a whoosh, countless sharp blades appeared out of thin air in the hands of several Purifier Squad members,