Just as Ethan was about to lead his forces out for an all-out battle with Tharadon, a sudden shift in the air made his instincts scream.
Cracks began to spiderweb across the outer edges of the space.
The next moment, the sky itself tore open like paper—
and dozens of figures descended from the rift above, hovering in midair.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Each of them radiated a terrifying aura,
the kind that made the very air feel heavy and suffocating.
Three of them—Ethan could tell at a glance—had reached the absolute peak of 17th Tier.
"Seriously? His Highness dragged us all the way out here just to deal with these low-tier bugs?" one of them scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt.
"Whatever. All he really wants is to take this spatial world. Doesn't matter how weak the locals are."
"Yeah, it's just a low-grade pocket dimension. Can't imagine what use it even has."
Their mocking laughter echoed across the battlefield like thunder.
