In addition to the masked Upper Supreme standing at the front, Ethan counted quickly—
Two Intermediate Supremes.
Two Inferior Supremes.
Twenty-two late-stage Mahayana experts, all Ninth or Eighth turn.
The aura pressing from the three flying boats felt like a mountain chain collapsing from the sky.
Asher clicked his tongue.
"It's this bunch again. What a sticky piece of candy… can't shake them off no matter what."
He floated calmly into the air, positioning himself in front of Ethan and the others like a wall of living steel.
Ethan turned toward Rain.
"What's happening? Why does the Blood Marquis seem to know them?"
Rain exhaled.
Her expression complicated.
"When we left Noble Sun City, we met these people on the road. My brother… had some friction with them." Rain coughed lightly.
"Meaning, he beat them. But there were many of them. We needed to rush here, so he didn't continue fighting."
"So they followed."
Ethan nodded slowly.
