Hearing the soldiers continuously deliver grievous reports, Albert's heart grew heavier and heavier.
He looked at his mother beside him, saying in panic, "Mother Empress, the three Saint families of Hale, Sol, and Blackwood have all led their entire clans' elite disciples. They definitely plotted this long ago."
"Right now, what should we do?"
"Do not panic." Nova narrowed her eyes, saying deeply.
"With the situation reaching such a point, it is already beyond salvaging. Right now, we must execute Aurelia first to prevent more complications from arising!"
"Good!" Albert gritted his teeth, waved his hand to conjure a long saber, and teleported directly in front of Aurelia.
Seeing his hand rise and the saber fall, just as he was preparing to execute the severely ill Aurelia, Alex teleported over expressionlessly, grabbing his neck and lifting him up like a little chick.
A chilling, savage sneer curled at the corners of his mouth.
