Chapter 473: Boom!

If there was one thing Li Ang found most perplexing right now, it was why the Federation had remained utterly silent despite Yize causing such a commotion—after all, the current situation was far beyond what a single senator and a single military lord could handle.

Unfortunately, after pondering for a long while, he still could not figure out why, so he temporarily suppressed the doubt deep within his heart.

After forcing himself to ignore the terrifying wound far away that continuously flickered with light and shadow, Li Ang spoke rapidly: "Grandfather, that guy shouldn't have time to bother us now—let's leave the Obsidian Star Region while we can."

Yet in response to Li Ang's suggestion, Seth merely shook his head slightly, his body remaining utterly still where he stood: "It's too late—the World Shock has only just begun. Prepare yourselves."

".?"

Hearing this, Li Ang instinctively turned his gaze toward the wound far away, which seemed to have grown even larger.

Is this just the beginning?

As he thought this, a sharp, crystal-clear cracking sound suddenly rang out, and then spiderweb-like fissures began spreading outward from the wound's edges in all directions.

At the same time, Afla's cold, furious voice reached everyone's ears: "Do you even dare?"

"Filth!"

As the words fell, a torrent of freezing current surged forth, freezing the countless spiderweb-like cracks solid.

"Why so angry, Lady Afla?" Yize chuckled mockingly. "Are you jealous?"

Faced with the bald, tattooed man's taunt, Afla laughed bitterly with rage.

The female brat senator had long stopped bothering to respond—she only wanted to plunge that arrogant fool into the eternal icy abyss!

Unfortunately, she was not alone here—otherwise Yize would never have dared act so boldly.

Roar—!

Amidst the deafening roar, a crimson wolf head clamped down fiercely on the edge of the wound, then yanked it open with a violent tug.

"Imperial old dog!"

"Hah! I've long despised this old hag who calls everyone 'filth'!"

Clearly, this was the work of the Empire's Hou Jue.

Two fists cannot fend off four hands—Afla clearly could not withstand the World Shock while simultaneously fighting a peer-level powerhouse.

She now faced a choice: either let the World Shock strike unimpeded, or disregard her own safety and keep resisting the Hou Jue's assault.

Caught between these two dire options, the female brat senator turned her gaze to her colleague, only to find him standing motionless, his expression thoughtful: "Jia Wen?!"

Hearing her voice, Jia Wen, commander of the 9000th Army Group, snapped back to awareness.

He first glanced at the two other Level-7 experts watching from afar, then let out a soft sigh: "Stop, Afla. This matter is beyond our control now."

".?"

Hearing this, Afla's eyes flickered with disbelief.

But as a Level-7 expert, she was no fool—she quickly realized her colleague must have discovered something.

Thinking this, the female brat senator let out an unwilling cold snort, then abandoned her standoff with the Hou Jue and retreated to Jia Wen's side.

Seeing this, Yize still couldn't resist one last jab at Afla: "That's right, Lady Afla."