Chapter 71: My Sister Can't Wait Anymore

Like a welding torch with terrifying power.

Don't even mention that Astarte, elite soldiers, etc., still retain their humanity and stare in amazement.

Even the Mechanical Priests who offered solutions just stood still, and apart from their Prosthetic Eyes, almost all their observation devices were instantly set to maximum.

Then a crowd watched Xisi, like an electric welder, grab the Terror Torment Demon Sword, spray molten iron, and saw him "saw" the massive door before him open from top to bottom.

Xisi drew a square on the door, looked at the edges still glowing with molten iron's red light, and kicked the door down completely with one foot.

Facing the open interior of the spire, Xisi turned and signaled Fanluosi.

Only then did Fanluosi and the others react; their cheeks twitched uncontrollably, and after holding it in for a long while they forced themselves to steady their minds and ran toward the area behind the gate.

Especially Fanluosi, who knew exactly what Xisi's sword meant, could only wear a strained expression while repeatedly comforting himself with four words in his heart.

"Throne's Blessing! Throne's Blessing!"

With Xisi's involvement, Fanluosi's party finally quickened their actions.

While continuously installing explosives at critical points, they broke through the gate and rushed toward higher parts of the spire.

Moreover, as they got closer to the top, the rear gate was far less sturdy than below, and the Mechanical Priests easily broke through it.

Xisi led the guard squad, constantly suppressing the Green Skin and Tairen that surged up from behind.

However, as the final stage of the last level stalled again, Xisi, who had been hacking away for half a day, received a report from the Messenger Soldier behind him.

Amid the surrounding Astarte's shock, Xisi's sword sliced the Tairen overlord before him in half from top to bottom.

As the top combat force on Tairen's ground, although the Astarte also have individuals capable of killing the opponent alone,

indeed no one can do it as easily as Xisi.

Xisi looked at the Red Sword, its Blessing dwindling, and was speechless; the Chaos Weapon against the Tairen really loses no matter how you fight.

He kicked the overlord down, and seeing the dense blade insects behind him blocked by his own overlord, Xisi then turned slightly and headed toward the last lower level.

"Is there an alien form at the tower top?"

He asked the Messenger Soldier while walking, and the Messenger Soldier, fully impressed with Xisi, bowed his head and spoke hastily:

"Yes, Lord Fanluosi is confronting the other side, and they seem unwilling to let Lord Fanluosi blow up the spire."

"It's not that the spire is their Ruins."

Upon hearing this, Xisi quickened his steps, and not only did he not sheath the Red Sword, but also reloaded the Explosive Gun with a "Clack!"

Before the person arrived, Fanluosi had already turned and met him.

Behind him, a group of tense humans faced off against a cluster of sharp alien forms.

Fanluosi, seeing Xisi approaching, wore a helpless expression and hurriedly spoke anxiously:

"It's the Spirit Race Pirates; there's still a group of Spirit Race Pirates hidden in here."

"They are numerous; we dare not act on our own."

Fanluosi explained, and through the silhouettes of the humans ahead, one could indeed see the opposite side behind a series of defenses, fully armed Spirit Race Pirates.

If we set aside Xisi's combat power, the human squad truly could not defeat the opponent.

That's why Fanluosi immediately came personally to find Xisi.

But Xisi, looking at the markings on those Spirit Race Pirates, wore a strange expression.

Because of that insignia, Xisi had seen it not long ago.

At the current top level, a Spirit Pirate Prince loudly scolded the humans before him, trying to make them leave.

But compared to the humans' caution, the Spirit Race Pirates kept glancing at the pirate prince, their faces full of oddity.

Their own combat power far exceeds the opponent's, and they are pirates; why be so "polite" to this bunch of monkeys?

After all, humans look down on other alien forms, and the Spirit Race also look down on them.

From the Spirit Race Pirates' perspective, they should fire directly now, blasting the opponent to pieces.

But faced with their own pirate prince's behavior, everyone felt uneasy and grew more curious about what their prince had encountered during the previous raid, because no matter how they looked, the opponent seemed to suffer from Anthropophobia.

Until the humans ahead cleared the formation again and inserted a new human, the pirates wore an indifferent look, thinking another target would be killed the same way.

But the once fierce pirate prince suddenly fell silent; even through armor, the pirates sensed his body instantly tensing.

And Fami'er, looking at this "Humanoid Demon" that had appeared countless times in his nightmares, was left only stiff.

After all, for others it's death, but for Xisi, it's death without a chance to enter the Soul Stone, forcing them to reunite with the Color Devil…

"It's just that they don't......"

Fanluosi pointed at Fami'er toward Xisi, about to say they wouldn't comply, but before finishing, Fami'er suddenly glared.

Then, amid the stunned Spirit Race Pirates behind and the humans opposite, he solemnly retorted:

"It's not non‑cooperation; it's coordinated cooperation."

After speaking, ignoring the shocked gazes around, Fami'er faced Xisi directly, even smiling:

"We were just discussing where to place the explosives; perhaps a language barrier caused the elders to misunderstand."

Fami'er was friendly, kind, cooperative; his entire demeanor made a 180‑degree turn the moment Xisi arrived.

Fanluosi only glanced at Fami'er, then at Xisi, and quickly realized that the alien opposite definitely recognized Xisi.

And it was a particularly bad kind of recognition!

Hearing this, Xisi counted the Spirit Race on the opposite side while lifting his sword, frowned, and asked:

"Isn't this your Ruins? You don't want it?"

Feeling Xisi's gaze counting and his sword‑lifting motion, Fami'er swallowed hard.

At that moment he could no longer mind the angry stares of the Spirit Race Pirates behind him or their increasingly contemptuous looks at Xisi, and he hurriedly said:

"We have been stubbornly guarding the Ruins just to wait for you to blow them up!"

The surrounding people's eyes widened instantly; even their own pirates openly showed dissent.

After all, losing a battle is one thing, but being so humbly subservient to this bunch of monkeys is something the proud Spirit Race cannot accept.

Only Fami'er, facing the outright dissent of his own compatriots behind him, feels a bitterness in his heart that is nearly bleeding.

Now he is saving his compatriots' lives, and they still don't show gratitude.

And watching Xisi opposite him still refuse to nod and let the matter go, and even recount his own numbers again, Fami'er feels his heart about to leap out in terror.

He wishes he could turn around and place the Explosive himself, but just as Fami'er opened his mouth, before he could finish speaking, a faint pink glow suddenly emanated from Xisi, freezing his expression in an instant.

And the Color Devil, who hasn't even cut yet, is already granting Blessing; Xisi also knows exactly what the opponent truly needs.

Raising his sword, Xisi stepped toward the Spirit Clan:

"Time's almost up; my sister can't wait!"