Hope Across the Distance
Others closed their eyes.
The painful memories of today's battle resurfaced once again.
"After killing a few to establish dominance, they issued an ultimatum."
Her voice became colder.
"Decide within twelve hours to become dogs for the Obsidian Wing organization or face death."
The cruel demand echoed across the courtyard.
No one spoke.
The brutality behind those words required no further explanation.
The Obsidian Wing wasn't seeking cooperation.
They wanted absolute submission.
Anyone who refused...
Would be erased.
Their actions were swift and overwhelming, terrifying the entire Old Martial Arts world of Valemont.
For countless smaller households and independent sects, even an early Gold Realm expert was someone they could scarcely hope to oppose.
Such individuals were usually regarded as pillars capable of protecting entire generations.
Now...
More than ten Gold Realm experts had appeared simultaneously.
