Seeing the two stellar-level beings leave, Jia Yan shook his head.
It wasn't that he didn't want to give chase, but he clearly understood that his current strength was insufficient to hunt these two down to death, so he decisively gave up on the idea.
As a stellar-level being, each has their own trump card. And just like other stellar-level beings' thoughts, Jia Yan's own strength hasn't been deeply rooted within the stellar ranks, so even if he gained a slight advantage, he still couldn't act arrogantly.
"The strength of this Western Alliance is beyond my expectations."
After battling with those two stellar-level beings, Jia Yan's attitude towards the so-called Western Alliance had completely changed.
"In this stellar battlefield, stellar-level beings are kings. Among them, the mid-stellar beings are the most formidable, but they are too few in number. Next are the peak early-stellar beings, whose strength allows them to hold a fort."
