Since the decision was made, Aster Grant hesitated no more.
With a gentle wave of his hand!
Spiritual power erged from his body, gradually lifting the kneeling crowd present up from the ground.
This seemingly effortless scene stirred a storm in the hearts of the miners!
To lift dozens of people simultaneously with just a thought, what a divine feat!
They already viewed Aster Grant as a deity, and now they were even more convinced...
This must be a god-sent savior sent to rescue them!
Sent by the heavens to save them!
"Divine Envoy, please... please save the Human Race!"
Saying that, the crowd was about to kneel again.
"Wait!"
Aster Grant’s voice was not loud but clear in everyone’s ears:
"I can help you, but from this mont, no one is allowed to kneel again!"
The crowd was stunned upon hearing this.
A few quick-reacting miners hurriedly pulled their companions who were still confused, bodies half-bent, whispering urgently:
"Get up quickly! The Divine Envoy does not like us kneeling!"
"Yes, yes, don’t make the Divine Envoy angry!"
"Thank you, Divine Envoy! Thank you, Divine Envoy, for your grace!"
Perhaps sensing hope for the first ti, the scene descended into chaos.
Crying and expressions of gratitude intertwined.
Aster Grant calmly floated in mid-air, not speaking to stop them.
He understood these feelings; people living long in the abyss of despair, suddenly seeing a glimr of hope, their reactions were as expected.
After a while, the crowd gradually cald down.
The oldest miner stepped forward shakily.
He respectfully bowed deeply to Aster Grant, only then cautiously raised his head.
He tentatively asked:
"Divine Envoy... then... what should we do next?"
As he said this, his gaze was fully on Aster Grant.
Obviously, he was placing all hope on Aster Grant.
After all, only this adult could deal with the Demon Clan.
Ordinary people like them were entirely helpless...
Aster Grant didn’t answer imdiately but spread out his spiritual power, carefully sensing the situation of the entire mining pit.
Monts later, he slightly furrowed his brows.
Within the range of his spiritual power, he discovered two Totem Tier One mbers of the Demon Clan.
It’s known that even at Totem Level in the Demon Abyss, they are considered strong.
But now, two Totem-Level powerhouses were sent here to guard the pit.
That implies such Demon Stone Mines are not many in the Demon Abyss.
Otherwise, the Demon Clan wouldn’t send such powerhouses to guard.
Besides the two Totem-level mbers, there were also over a dozen Monarch Level Demon Clan mbers.
As for the mbers below Monarch level, Aster Grant did not pay much attention.
The demon clan below Monarch would pose no threat to him.
But there was a troubleso point.
The Demon Clan and miners were intertwined together.
If he directly jumped out to attack the Demon Clan, it would inevitably result in miner casualties.
Although...
Sally could turn back ti to save these human race.
However, this unnecessary consumption should be avoided if possible.
After thinking for a mont, Aster Grant ca up with a solution.
He just needs to achieve a one-hit kill on the two Totem-level mbers!
The remaining Demon Clan would be no cause for concern.
However, it must be a one-hit kill!
Don’t allow the two demons any reaction ti.
Otherwise, once Isabelle engages in battle with the two Totem-level mbers.
Not a single human in the entire mining pit would survive.
As for the remaining Monarch Level Demon Clan, he could completely use his spiritual shock to resolve them.
After all, with the advancent blessing of several Beastbond creatures.
His current spiritual power could be said he is a spiritual beastmaster himself.
Even...
So low-talented spiritual beasts, have spiritual attributes that don’t even match his.
Once the combat plan was decided, Aster Grant imdiately took action.
He first retracted Isabelle into the Beastbond Space.
To achieve a one-hit kill on the two mbers, the first thing is to get close to them.
And Isabelle’s dragon horns and dragon tail, as soon as she appears, would expose her.
Thus, Aster Grant planned to summon Isabelle to land the kill once he was close to the two Demon Clans.
Then Aster Grant collected himself, scanning over the expectant miners in front, he spoke solemnly:
"The plan is simple: clear all Demon Clan guards in the pit."
"Now, I need soone to lead the way, directly to the location of the two strongest Demon Clan leaders."
With these words, the crowd, slightly excited by the arrival of the "Divine Envoy," instantly fell into silence.
The air seed to freeze.
The hope on the miners’ faces turned to extre fear instantly.
Many faces turned pale, bodies uncontrollably trembling.
"Directly... directly go find those two demon leaders?!"
"Oh my... isn’t that going to get killed?"
"I... I witnessed one of them get angry once, and with a single blow flattened a nearby hill!"
"Divine Envoy... maybe... maybe we should find a way to sneak away? Don’t... don’t provoke them..."
Even Mr. Cheney, seemingly the most stable.
At the mont, was sweating like rain, lips trembling, unable to say a word.
The Demon Clan’s long-standing authority, that fear from deep within the soul, was already ingrained in their bones.
It’s not sothing re encouragent can erase.
Lead the way to the demon clan’s lair?
In their view, that’s akin to suicide.
Aster Grant floated silently, his soul body’s face showing no emotion.
Just quietly watching this group of people crushed under the pressure of fear.
He understood their fear, but this was also a temporary test.
If they don’t even have the courage to lead the way, how can they wield weapons in the future to fight for their dignity of survival for themselves and the Human Race?
Such a race, even if saved, would struggle to truly stand in the cruel world.
Ti ticked away, only heavy breathing and fearful trembling in the crowd, no one dared to step forward.
Aster Grant’s eyes showed a barely noticeable trace of disappointnt.
He gently shook his head, no longer waiting, ready to turn away.
He would still rescue them.
But it would be limited to just taking them out of this pit.
However, just as he turned——
A small, thin, coal-stained hand.
Gently, yet firmly, held the hem of his soul body manifestation.
Aster Grant paused, lowered his head to look.
eting eyes with bright, steadfast ones.
It was the little girl he had just saved from the Demon Clan’s blade.
She looked up at him, though her body was trembling slightly from tension, her voice was clear and resolute:
"Brother... I... I’ll lead you there!"
"I know where they usually stay!"
Aster Grant was sowhat surprised, he squatted down, leveling his gaze with the little girl.
"Aren’t you afraid?"
The little girl swallowed hard, clutching tighter:
"Afraid! But... but brother saved my dad and everyone!"
"You’re a good person! I trust you! And... and I never want to see the demon clan bully us again!"
Aster Grant gazed into these courageous eyes, a hint of admiration in his look.
"What’s your na?"
"Cl... Clara!"
"Everyone calls Clara!"
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