The sound of footsteps echoed through the base, followed by a group of people emerging. Each person's face was dripping with sweat. Leading the way were two white-haired old men in their seventies, sharp-eyed and full of vitality. Behind them were five middle-aged soldiers in combat gear, their eyes flashing with coldness and an endless aura of killing intent. In the center stood Oriana's top warrior, Frederick Rice.
"Glavale, King of the West, Commander Gardner?!" Frederick Rice and his companions recognized Billy at first glance and were shocked beyond belief.
They never expected Commander Gardner to come here for a rescue attempt. What they couldn't figure out was why King of the West was interfering in the eastern affairs.
"Hand over the hostage!" Billy narrowed his eyes and spoke calmly. He and Casey recognized the five people before them as Oriana's five generals from their respective military departments.
Although they had not dealt with each other before, they had seen photos or videos beforehand.
"Commander Gardner, do you know what you're doing?" Frederick Rice shouted angrily. "You are a high-ranking official in the military department of Glavale. Are you trying to start a war between our two countries?"
"If you don't hand over the hostage, what else can we do?" Billy responded coldly.
"How dare you!" The leader among them scowled deeply. "Glavale has gone too far! Do you think people here are insects?"
The man who was talking was one of the four elders of Oriana, with both status and personal strength surpassing Frederick Rice. Although he had heard of the King of the West in Glavale before, he had never fought with Billy, so Commander Gardner's name did not make him fearful.
"Hand over Lance Glisson and we'll spare your lives!" Billy ignored him and continued to stare coldly at Frederick Rice.
"Do you know what our intercepted intelligence means?" Frederick Rice glared at him.
"I don't know, nor do I care!" Billy responded. "All I know is that our deputy general is in your hands, and before this, a hundred men from my army were killed or injured. That's enough! The soldiers of Glavale cannot be bullied. Those who bully them will be destroyed!"
"'Those who bully them will be destroyed'," A man next to Frederick Rice roared, "Come on then! Let me see how much weight the so-called Commander Gardner really carries!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong aura swept out from his body, showing his martial art cultivation as a Warlord's.
"You're ignorant!" Casey stepped forward two steps. "You're not qualified to make Commander Gardner take action yet. If you want to die so badly, let me grant your wish!"
"Go die!" The man continued to roar as he swung his large sword with piercing wind sounds.
"It's you who should die!" Casey's eyes narrowed as his Bloodshadow Blade was unsheathed. A curved blade energy carrying an overwhelming force met it head-on.
"Hey, step back!" As soon as Casey made a move, Frederick Rice's pupils shrank in fear and he quickly shouted out. Casey's strength far exceeded his estimation, and he had never expected Casey Kimmons to be a Hal-Step War Grandmaster.
"You dare!" The old man from before naturally realized that their side was definitely not Casey's opponent. As he spoke, a tremendous aura erupted from him like a raging flood, instantly enveloping the surrounding air. Immediately after, he rushed forward and with a flick of his wrist, blasted out an extremely violent palm wind towards Casey.
"Shameless!" Billy said in a deep voice as he also swept out with his palm.
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