Chapter 1790: False Alarm
"Nani?!"
Jiaren was sent flying, his face distorted by the speed, his expression filled with utter disbelief.
He had never imagined that the other party would actually make a move—would actually dare to make a move!
Why? What was the point?!
Wasn't this harming others without benefiting oneself, all effort for no reward?!
He had already signed the contract. If he was defeated, he would definitely have to bring out an even higher-level military formation to punish them.
And according to the experience passed down by his ancestors, any military formation capable of contacting an Upper Realm Authority and calling for aid was not something Descenders would be willing to pay the price to fight against.
The reason had been explained to him clearly as well. A descent formation was equivalent to the lower realm issuing a summons and opening a channel of descent, while an actual descent required the other party to pay a price to force open a passage from the Upper Realm.
The difficulty was on an entirely different level.
Under such circumstances, Jiaren naturally believed he could subdue the enemy without fighting. He wanted this descending big shot to leave quickly and stop getting in the way.
Then, after dealing with Penguin's people, he could slowly plunder every benefit this Mission Space had to offer.
But who could have imagined...
Jiaren tore through the atmosphere and was blasted out into space. Blue Star beneath his feet grew farther and farther away, while the meteor satellites beside him sped backward.
Yet before he could smash headfirst into anything—
Perseus, whose face had been blurred by the speed, had already arrived beside Jiaren and pressed a hand directly against his chest.
Only then did Jiaren see the cruel smile on Perseus's face.
"I found