The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his eyes filled with hatred.
"In your dreams!"
"Even if I have to blow myself up, I won't let you have your way!"
"The Alliance army is in the Falling Star Starfield. They won't let you get away with this!"
At the mention of the Alliance—
The two bizarre creatures visibly froze, then burst into even more piercing mockery.
"The Alliance?"
"You mean that Rogue Cultivator Alliance hiding in the Falling Star Starfield?"
"They can barely save themselves, and you think they'll spare a thought for you?"
"Once our lord has his hands free, they'll be the first ones he wipes out!"
As those words fell—
The bizarre creatures around them laughed even louder.
The cracks in the defensive barrier grew denser.
The middle-aged cultivator's heart sank, and a flicker of despair crossed his eyes.
Was he really going to meet his end here today?
Just then—
A calm voice suddenly drifted over from deep within the void.
"Oh?"
"Who are you planning to wipe out?"
The voice was not loud.
Yet it carried clearly across the entire battlefield.
All the mocking laughter stopped dead.
Everyone instinctively turned toward the voice.
Two figures slowly emerged from the shadows of the asteroid field.
The young man in the lead wore black robes, his expression serene.
There was not the slightest spiritual power fluctuation around him, as though he were merely an ordinary cultivator.
Yet as he stood there—
The churning, bizarre turbid qi around him instinctively recoiled, as though it had encountered its natural nemesis.
"Who are you?!"
The leading Immortal King-level bizarre creature demanded sharply, wariness in its eyes.
The middle-aged cultivator froze as well.
He stared blankly at the black-robed figure.
Confusion came first, then his pupils abruptly contracted,