"Quick, activate the altar!" The Pope's expression changed drastically.
The Coalition Forces' high-tier combatants immediately felt a terrifying aura envelop them.
They had deliberately blocked signals from the perimeter.
According to the original plan, this absolutely could not get out before Xuanyuan died.
Otherwise, with his temper, he might well finish off the Coalition Forces along with the Ancestors.
"I fucking underestimated you."
Xuanyuan swept a cold gaze over the Pope.
In truth, no one had expected the Coalition Forces to dare attack the Dragon Kingdom's Awakened.
The claim that the West's Awakened could never hold their heads high while Xuanyuan lived was no empty talk.
The Pope still wanted to argue, until Little White Tiger produced that bloody sheet of human skin.
The cross branded on the skin was unmistakable.
"Xuanyuan, we came to help you. The Ancestors are enemies of the human race. We... should join forces to slay these beasts."
The Coalition Forces' leaders, afraid of dying, hurried to explain.
"These boys aren't Awakened. Can't you tell?"
Although they possessed special abilities, they were not ability users.
Xuanyuan studied them closely. "You have the aura of the Transformed."
"We are Transformed."
Little White Tiger made no attempt to hide it, saying gravely, "If I said I came from the future... would you believe me?"
Not only did the Western Coalition Forces disbelieve such a fantastical claim, even the Dragon Kingdom's Awakened did not believe it.
In an instant.
Dozens of the Dragon Kingdom's high-tier combatants surrounded them.
Xuanyuan, however, studied them curiously, his expression unreadable.
"We really came from the future, two hundred years from now." Not knowing how to explain, Old Ninth offered a feeble explanation. "It's a long story. We mean no harm."
"Two hundred years from now? Heh. What did you come to Xu