"Bzz—"
The tranquil Space Wormhole rippled, and Xiao Ze stepped out first. The moment his feet touched the ground, the Jia Ma Empire's characteristically dry wind swept across his face, carrying a familiar scent.
This was the land where he had grown up. He would never allow outsiders to trample it.
Behind him, ten Dou Zun elders of the Xiao Tribe, clad in silver armor, emerged one after another. Though they deliberately restrained their auras, the air around them still trembled faintly.
On the plaza outside the Xiao Alliance's assembly hall below, Hai Bodong, Jia Xingtian, and the others had been waiting for him. Their faces were anxious, and the moment they saw him, they hurried forward.
"Alliance Leader Xiao! You're finally back!"
Hai Bodong strode over to greet him. His ice-blue robe fluttered in the wind, and his voice could not hide his excitement.
"The fighting at Xuanhuang Fortress is fierce. The Lion Underworld Sect joined forces with Soul Hall and attacked relentlessly for half a month. Fortunately, our nephew Xiao Yan sent an advance force from Starfall Pavilion."
"Thirty Dou Zun experts barely managed to hold the main defensive line, but five of them fell. Things are extremely difficult now."
As Hai Bodong and the others spoke, bitterness filled their hearts.
The Lion Underworld Sect had assumed no one in the Jia Ma Empire could stand against them, and had actually joined forces with Soul Hall to launch an attack.
Had Xiao Yan and the Xiao Tribe not sent reinforcements in time, they would never have held out this long.
"Did my fourth brother send people too?" Xiao Ze was slightly surprised to hear that Xiao Yan had come as well.
Whatever else, Xiao Yan was also a member of the Jia Ma Empire. Coming to help when