After speaking...
Asura gently pressed his right hand downward.
With a click, the Blood Hell Blade slid back into its sheath.
He raised his right foot, revealing beneath it a mass that could no longer be distinguished as soil, armor, or flesh.
Between heaven and earth, there was utter silence.
Inside the Abyss Warship that had already vanished into the void, no one dared even breathe.
They watched with reverence the burly figure whose hands were pressed tightly against the control panel.
That man had the dark brown skin of someone weathered by hardship and time, along with a grizzled beard.
At first glance, he seemed to be over sixty, but upon closer inspection, he looked more like a man in his forties.
Oligar, one of the true old guard and founders of the Red Domain Squad, was officially fifty-three years old.
He had watched Red Devil and the others grow up.
His wealth of combat experience had made him one of the first instructors during the Red Domain Squad members' training.
In his eyes, no matter how much evil the Red Domain Squad had committed, they were still his children.
And now, he had watched those children... die one after another.
In the span of barely a dozen seconds.
Sha Wu, Cerberus, and Folding Ruler had all fallen!
And Blood Devil, the quasi-Devil God Mecha already ranked SS-grade, was about to die as well...
So this formidable captain, whose hair had already begun to turn gray, could finally endure no more.
For the first time in a battle against an enemy, he made a demand...
Spare him!
This had never happened before.
The Abyss Warship, the pinnacle of Federation technology, had already trained its cannons on the ground.
This was Oligar's bargaining chip for negotiating with the other