The atmosphere suddenly grew tense. {Chinese.
Adeni did not even dare breathe too heavily. The people of the Wings of Ra Knight Order clustered around her, their sword tips pointed outward as they confronted the massed Undead Army a hundred and ten yards away.
The heavily armored Crusader Executioners lowered their gunblades row by row. Their joints creaked and clattered as they collided, while the edges reflected the last ray of sunlight sinking below the horizon, gleaming like obsidian.
Huang Huo sat astride her horse, her small hand moving to the hilt of her sword. Mr. Liu guarded her from one side, while not far away, Brank and Medisa had already prepared to fight their way out.
Fang Qi, the swordsmanship genius of the Ghost Chariot, looked somewhat hesitant. The two elders beside him wore grim expressions.
Instaron was the only one who kept looking up at the sky. He frowned, as though he had thought of something.
There was not a single crystal cluster to be seen anywhere on the battlefield, and the Nightmare Insects in the sky had long since vanished.
But the Finhothos Strait was deathly silent. The War Goddesses hovered thousands of meters in the air, while Andria and her companions watched this scene in some bewilderment.
They found it somewhat difficult to understand this kind of political art among mortals.
Fuxia said in a slightly cold tone, "Let her be. Mortals need these methods to handle relationships between different classes. I know what you're thinking, but little girls, it's not yet time for you to interfere. Be reserved. You're ladies, after all."
They could not help exchanging glances.
Mortals had truly turned political struggle into an art. It was graceful and deft, yet cold and decisive. Although it had made countless wise men rack their