Blood kept overflowing from Xainte’s lips. Her eyes were teary, and tears kept rolling down her face. She choked up, saying, “That’s my mother, Sir. That’s my mother! Someone is controlling her. Please think of a way to save her!”
The Paragon Sect’s Great Elder frowned.
He had his suspicions about Xainte’s identity.
Hearing her confirm his thoughts, he was not surprised.
“There’s nothing I can do, Xainte. Your mother must die. If she doesn’t, our world will never be in peace.”
“Wah…”
Xainte wept loudly.
She was a Quasi-Emperor. For the past tens of thousands of years, she never cried regardless of what she went through. However, at that moment, she could no longer suppress her tears.
She wept sorrowfully.
“Treat your injuries.”
After leaving a few words, the Paragon Sect’s Great Elder rejoined the battle.
Xainte stood up with difficulty. Her heart tightened upon seeing Thea being besieged and constantly sustaining injuries.
James floated up into the distant sky and watched the battle.
He clenched his fists upon seeing Thea repeatedly getting injured. She was about to lose the battle.
James knew very well Thea would be killed if she were to lose.
His fists clenched tighter, and veins bulged on his hand.
He could not hold back anymore. With a thought, a long purple sword manifested in his hand.
James gripped the Crepe Myrtle Divine Sword.
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