In the skies, Darian stared coldly at those Alvs; his eyes shone with killing intent.
"Ready?" His words carried no emotion at all.
Without waiting for an answer, his primordial physique seemed to ignite, his aura spinning. Right after that, Darian waved his hand, releasing a torrent of power toward them.
It was like a wave of multicolored light, radiating devastating power.
"ATTACK!"
The leader of the ten thousand Alvs roared, commanding everyone with fear in his voice. Without wasting time, all of them poured out every ounce of power they had, activating the joint Blessing once again.
All of them had nine rings, belonged to an absurdly powerful race, and lived on planet number one. These Alvs had lived their entire lives enjoying absolute prestige; with their power, a single one of them could unleash a terrifying storm. Wherever they went, they were revered as heroes and treated like gods, but…
