"Brother Zhao, do you think they can do it?"
Zhao Xin and the others were hiding in the grass, watching Han Sen and the others walk towards an ancient city. One of the young men asked with concern.
"They are arrogant, so they should be able to take down this noble shelter. I don't know if they can take down Sword Palace."
Zhao Xin paused and went on to say, "But if they can kill the noble spirit of Sword Furnace, we will be free. We can just go back to the Alliance."
"I hope they can succeed," the young man said, looking at Han Sen.
The three of them prayed in their hearts. If they didn't have contracts with each other, the spirit would have killed them. If they hadn't, they'd have rushed in together to help.
Seeing Han Sen and the others rush into the city, the sounds of explosions and screams were heard. The three of them were so nervous that their palms were sweating.
However, after a short while, the ancient city suddenly quieted down.
"Brother Zhao, why is there no sound?
Are they all dead? "the young man asked with concern.
"I don't think so."
Zhao Xin was not so sure. They had only been in there for a while, but they had already stopped breathing. It looked as if they had been killed. Otherwise, how could they have gone silent so quickly?
They did not know Han Sen had already taken down the shelter.
Suddenly, they saw someone walk out of the city. It was a swordsman, clad in heavy armor. It was an aristocrat spirit from Sword-Furnace Shelter. Their hearts went cold.
"Oh, no. They are all dead."
Zhao Xin said in a low voice. He had thought they would at least be capable of something, given how arrogant they were. But who would have thought they would be finished so quickly? They couldn't even take down an aristocrat shelter.
The two young men had wry smiles. They thought they had a chance to go back to the Alliance, but things had turned out this way.
But in the next second, their eyes opened wide. They could not believe what they were seeing.
Another shadow came out of the gate. The Sword Furnace spirit that came out of the gate retreated to the side of this person like a servant.
Zhao Xin and the others took a closer look. It was the young man who had told them he had taken down Sword Palace.
"They took down Sword Furnace?
And the noble spirit of Sword Furnace Shelter recognized them as its master? "Zhao Xin could not believe this was the result.
"How can they be so fast?" The young man could not believe what he was seeing, either.
When Han Sen waved them over, they still didn't quite believe him. When they entered the city, they were sure Han Sen had really taken down Sword-Furnace Shelter.
The city was littered with the corpses of creatures, and many of them were mutant class creatures. But now, they had all become corpses, and they were scattered all over the shelter.
"Who are you people?"
Zhao Xin was shocked. He looked at Han Sen and asked. If they had the power to take down Sword Furnace Shelter so easily, they were not ordinary people.
"You don't even know Chief Ji's son-in-law?" Chen Hu, who was cleaning up the battlefield, said with a smile.
"You are Han Sen?"
The youngest man pointed at Han Sen, as if he suddenly remembered something.
Zhao Xin had been in the Third God's Sanctuary for too long, and he had not returned to the Alliance. So, he did not know Han Sen's name.
Han Sen and the others had taken over Sword Furnace Shelter, so they could use the teleporter to return to the Alliance. Zhao Xin, who had not been back in the Alliance for many years, was so excited that he started to cry.
Lin He and the others were supposed to protect the shelter in case Sword Palace attacked. Han Sen told them to return to the Alliance. With Little Silver and Bao'er there, even if the spirits of Sword Palace came, they would not be able to take down Sword Furnace.
After Han Sen comforted Little Silver and Bao'er, he returned to the Alliance. He wanted to tell his family and friends that he was safe. He had been in the shelter for a long time, and he did not want his mother and Yanran to worry about him.
In a large city on a grassy plain, many king class spirits were gathered. The leader of the group was wearing a green armor and a green hat. He looked like a king, and he was looking at the spirits below him with interest.
As the spirits were having a good time, a spirit dressed as a swordsman walked over to a king spirit. He whispered something into his ear, and the king's face changed.
"My son, Sword Demon, why are you in such a hurry?" Holy-Sword Emperor looked at the royal spirit and asked.
Sword Demon was just a royal spirit. He did not inherit his father's blood and become an King Spirit, but he was the best of Holy-Sword Emperor's heirs. He had the highest chance of becoming an King Spirit, so Holy-Sword Emperor had high hopes for him.
"Father, it's not a big deal. Just a bunch of humans who don't know the difference between life and death. I don't know where they came from, but they actually dared to attack my subordinate's Sword-Furnace Shelter. I'll just send someone to destroy them." Sword Demon coldly instructed the Swordsman, who promptly departed.
"Good." Holy-Sword Emperor nodded. He did not take the matter to heart.
That area was ruled by the spirits, and the only ones that could fight them were super creatures. Humans were no threat to them, and they didn't think much of it.
The banquet continued, and Holy-Sword Emperor was in a good mood. He had just received a geno treasure from an emperor in Phoenix Desert, and that was why he had called his son and his subordinates to celebrate.
With that geno treasure, it was possible for him to become an emperor in the future. At the very least, there was hope for him to do so.
An emperor was like a berserk super creature. They were only half a level higher than an King Spirit, but they were not above an King Spirit.
Most spirits that could open ten gene locks had already gone to the Fourth God's Sanctuary.
The geno treasure Holy-Sword Emperor had received was left behind by an emperor who had gone to the Fourth God's Sanctuary. It was very helpful to Holy-Sword Emperor, who was weak in terms of King Spirit. It had increased his power, and it was only a matter of time before he became an emperor.
It would be of great help to Holy-Sword Emperor in the future, and it would give him a glimmer of hope.
Just as the banquet was getting more and more lively, the Swordsman from before hurried over to Prince Sword Demon's side and said a few more words. Prince Sword Demon's face turned ashen as he abruptly stood up.