Chapter 972

From each Dawnlight warrior, they felt a deep sense of shock.

Whether in discipline or morale, they utterly surpassed their own so-called elite legions.

As lords, they knew full well the difficulty of forging such a force.

As they stared in astonishment, the two aura beasts clashed again with two Saint Realm elders for dozens of strikes.

In the battlefield, cries of battle still roared to the heavens.

The lordly alliance and the Dawnlight legion soldiers were simply too numerous; the mercenaries were forced into constant retreat.

The eastern city gate had already been breached by the alliance.

Yet, at the very center of the furious cries and explosions,

a small house remained eerily silent.

Outside its door stood a group of fierce bandits with formidable aura.

The war beyond the city walls seemed utterly unrelated to them; their eyes held only the small house behind them.

Inside the house, a fox woman whispered softly:

"Captain—"

"This city is about to fall to those lords. What will we do then?"

The next instant, Prolos's deep voice rang out as he held her close:

"Hah, just a bunch of petty scum, not worth mentioning."

"This is a perfect chance to purge some traitors."

As he spoke, a cruel expression crossed his face.

He then pinched the fox woman's chin and said gravely:

"My beauty, rest easy. With my Saint Realm mid-stage power, dealing with these rabble is but a moment's work."

Hearing this, and sensing the overwhelming Saint Realm mid-stage aura radiating from Prolos, the fox woman's heart leapt with joy.

Yet they did not know that in the darkness of the palace, the figure of Deathheart slowly materialized.

After confirming that there was truly only one Saint Realm mid-stage commander, Deathheart's face remained expressionless as he condensed a streak of black light.

Hum—

Boom—

In an instant, an omen of a Saint Realm mid-stage death erupted from the town's center.

The previously noisy, chaotic battlefield fell utterly silent.