Published: February 12, 2025
At the forefront was Jie Kui along with another bronze masked warrior from the Star-Eye Clan.
As warriors, maintaining vigilance is the most basic requirement. However, this was the main base, and there had been no one else in the room moments ago, so everyone was quite relaxed. The matter was already settled, and they were on their way to the rest camp. Nobody expected to encounter an attack.
Even if they ran into someone, they could simply step aside, but who would have thought the other side would suddenly strike?
Jie Kui and the bronze masked warrior reacted quickly; Jie Kui's body actually phased out, crashing backward while pushing forward with both hands to dissipate the force.
The bronze masked warrior responded more directly, throwing a punch forward, a cold light flashing between his fingers.
Aslan, who was behind them, closed her eyes in pain upon witnessing this scene.
She immediately recognized the race of these attackers—the Spear Clan.
Among the All Races of the Universe, they were notorious for being assault warriors. Not only were they tough-skinned and tough-fleshed, but they also possessed immense strength. Many parasitic insect races were no match for them in this regard.
Compared to them, the Star-Eye Clan seemed as fragile as glass.
With two loud bangs, Jie Kui and the bronze warrior were sent flying.
On the other hand, the opponents hardly moved.
Ye Zhongming was walking just over a meter behind Jie Kui. Seeing the people fly toward him, he hesitated for a moment before reaching out to pat Jie Kui on the back. He then turned his body sideways, grabbing his arm and swinging him in an arc.
By the time he released his grip, Jie Kui was already back on his feet, albeit stepping back several paces.
Everyone here was a top expert; no one could miss what had just happened. They recognized that Ye Zhongming had shared the impact and used his skills to prevent Jie Kui from falling and getting injured. Jie Kui cast a grateful glance at Ye Zhongming.
However, he wasn't feeling great himself; his face had turned slightly red, and when he looked toward the life outside the door, his killing intent was unmistakable.
The other bronze masked warrior was in a much worse state. Behind him were Shikangbu and Bularno, who had no intention of showing the same kindness as Ye Zhongming. They darted to the side, allowing the bronze masked warrior to fly between them. One of the warriors in the third row grabbed his comrade, and both fell backward to the ground.
“Indeed, filthy trash.”
The giant man who had just punched the bronze masked warrior raised his fist, glancing at the small wound on his arm and uttering contemptuous words in a muffled voice.
The bronze warrior, who had been sent flying, clumsily got to his feet. His arm could no longer be raised, and it seemed to be broken, his hand grotesquely twisted.
He recognized his opponent's race as well, but under the circumstances, he had no way to dodge. He could only brace himself for the attack. The blade between his fingers was a weapon essential for most Star-Eye Clan members, known as "fingertip kill." Many times, it was how Star-Eye Clan members dispatched their foes.
“Warrior of the Spear Clan, you…” Aslan quickly stepped forward, hoping to defuse the conflict. No matter how one looked at it, it was the other party's fault. However, the Star-Eye Clan was too weak, and the Spear Clan was among the top hundred powerful races, who wouldn't reason with you.
Before she could finish her sentence, the previously injured Spear Clan warrior let out a roar and charged into the room, throwing another punch at the already severely wounded bronze masked warrior. This punch had far more momentum than the last, clearly intending to kill.
The faces of the Star-Eye Clan members showed anger.
Wasn't this too much? Clearly, you were being domineering. Upon meeting, you attack without a word. After receiving such a slight injury, you still want to kill someone whose arm is broken? This was blatant bullying.