The Anti-Imperial Pavilion Alliance had plenty of swagger, but when they actually arrived at the Imperial Pavilion, the sight before them still made them falter.
"Alliance Leader, I don't see any Imperial Pavilion members, but... these people's auras are all quite powerful."
"Right. We brought a lot of people, but why do I feel like we wouldn't be a match for them?"
"Alliance Leader, maybe we should..."
The Alliance Leader of the Anti-Imperial Pavilion Alliance was starting to have second thoughts too. Clearly, his inflated confidence had led him to underestimate the Imperial Pavilion's strength.
He had even less expected the Imperial Pavilion to have gathered so many powerful experts.
No wonder there had been no news of those first-rate forces before. They had all been here at the Imperial Pavilion.
And then there were the other Eight Great Races. They might not have brought many people, but every single one had an immensely powerful aura. Experts were everywhere.
At best, the Anti-Imperial Pavilion Alliance was a ragtag army hastily thrown together, while the forces here were a genuine, well-trained army.
The two sides simply couldn't be compared.
But they had already come this far. Should they really retreat?
The Alliance Leader had fought hard to reach his position, and fought hard to gain the chance to stand on equal footing with the Imperial Pavilion—or even surpass it.
Even if they had to retreat, they couldn't just turn tail so easily.
"Are you afraid?"
"Have you forgotten why you came here?"
"We didn't come to cause trouble. We came to protect our own interests."
"So what if they have so many experts? Have we committed some terrible crime?"
"You've disappointed me." The Alliance Leader spoke coldly.
At his words, shame showed on everyone's faces, but they were still afraid.
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