Carson Flores was mocking Sergio Wilkins with his words, but he was also closely monitoring the state of the barrier.
To fight against a Great Land Sovereign, the Celestial Palace had no previous experience.
Fortunately, although the attack by over a hundred Immortals was fierce, the Celestial Palace’s barrier was exceptionally solid. Although it trembled visibly, it showed no signs of breaking.
Carson Flores instantly felt much more at ease and continued to mock Sergio Wilkins.
Sergio Wilkins’s face was gloomy, and he gnashed his teeth.
He was once a prodigy, who dared to speak to him this way?
If the opponent was of the sa or even higher realm, he could accept the mockery. But Carson wasn’t even at the Great Land level, a guy he could easily kill with a slap, yet Carson repeatedly taunted him without Sergio being able to do anything about it; how infuriating!
Sergio Wilkins watched silently for a while and realized that relying solely on these more than a hundred captured Immortals to break through the barrier was hopeless.
Carson Flores continued to taunt, "Oh, looks like it’s still missing sothing, Sergio Wilkins, what to do now? I don’t dare to go out, and you can’t co in, so shall we just drag this on, or perhaps you’ll catch more people?"
Sergio Wilkins raised his eyes, filled with a sharp light, "You think I have no other way?"
Carson Flores chuckled, "Oh really, then I’m all eyes on you."
Sergio Wilkins’s gaze fell on those Immortals fiercely attacking, and he coldly said, "Stop!"
All the Immortals stopped their attack and looked at Sergio Wilkins, their eyes filled with unease.
Sergio Wilkins expanded his Domain Power, covering all the Immortals.
"Those numbered before 100, retreat ten miles away; those after 100, stay behind!"
The crowd didn’t know what Sergio intended, but they dared not disobey. Instantly, 100 of the attacking Immortals withdrew, leaving behind about twenty Immortals, their faces confused and terrified, with an instinctive sense that sothing bad was about to happen.
Sergio Wilkins’s gaze fell on the faces of the remaining twenty or so Immortals, eyes cold, "You all self-destruct together and blast open the barrier!"
Everyone’s expression drastically changed.
Self-destruct?
Wouldn’t that an their end?
The crowd was silent, protesting without words.
Sergio Wilkins coldly said, "Those who self-destruct, your family and friends will remain unhard. Those who do not, I will personally send you to death, making you suffer the pain of being burned inch by inch!"
Inside the barrier, Carson Flores frowned, "Sergio Wilkins, despite being a Great Land Sovereign of the Second Realm, you use such shaless tactics?"
Sergio Wilkins’s handso face was full of ruthlessness, "You’ve forced my hand; if you pity them, then open the barrier!"
Of course, Carson Flores wouldn’t open the barrier. Although he sympathized with these captured Saints, he had those he needed to protect.
How could he sacrifice his close ones for the lives of unrelated people?
Once he had been the Human Emperor, commanding thousands of troops against the Demon Race; death was sothing he was accustod to.
In war, how can there be no casualties?
This wasn’t a battle between two sects but a war between two Immortal Domains, affecting the future of countless lives.
Carson Flores’s face no longer bore a smile, silently watching.
In the crowd, one Immortal was unwilling to self-destruct, transforming into golden light, fleeing like lightning outward.
Sergio Wilkins sneered, and suddenly boundless fierce flas appeared in the sky ahead, instantly wrapping the fleeing Immortal.
The Immortal scread miserably, engulfed in fire, then pulled back by an invisible force, returning in front of the crowd.
The Immortal was covered by Great Land fire, twisting and screaming within the flas, unable to resist under Sergio’s suppression, gradually burned to death; the level of pain made everyone turn pale.
Sergio Wilkins waved his hand, and the sky full of flas disappeared, along with the Immortal who tried escaping a mont ago.
He turned back, "Who was he?"
A Celestial Horse Knight took out a Jade Slip, "Number 115, Five Elents Sect, Aldo Jas, Middle Celestial Stage..."
Sergio Wilkins interrupted the Celestial Horse Knight’s response, "Is there anyone else from the Five Elents Sect here?"
The Celestial Horse Knight shook his head, "No, the Five Elents Sect is just a small sect."
Sergio Wilkins nodded, "Record it, the Five Elents Sect, exterminated!"
"Yes!"
The many Immortals, seeing this scene, felt chilled to the core and utterly desperate.
Escape?
A dead end, not only would they endure the agony of being soul-burned by fierce fire, but their death wouldn’t be enough; they would drag their sect into it as well.
This madman, one man’s escape leads to the extermination of an entire sect!
The desperate eyes of the Immortals turned to Carson Flores, beginning to beseech.
"Open the barrier!"
"Is the Celestial Palace just going to watch us die?"
"We were forced too, Celestial Palace, please save us!"
"Carson Flores, this barrier will break eventually, why sacrifice our lives..."
Carson Flores’s expression grew colder, but he remained silent, rely watching coldly.
Sergio Wilkins watched this scene, sneering, "It seems you’re no better, watching them march to their deaths without a flinch, cold-blooded, ruthless!"
Carson Flores gave Sergio Wilkins a glance and said calmly, "War, I’ve experienced no less than you have. Your tricks, others wore them out, no need to display them again!"
After a pause, Carson’s gaze fell on those beseeching Immortals, coldly speaking, "The Celestial Palace already sent a ssage to all sects, ordering you to avoid the storm and evade harm, yet you harbored luck, disregarded the Celestial Palace’s orders, unwilling to relocate. Now captured by the enemy, instead of charging at them, you beg the Celestial Palace; is it the Celestial Palace that hard you, have you contributed anything to the Celestial Palace, does the Celestial Palace have the obligation to protect you?"
With these words spoken, the many Immortals fell silent imdiately, faces filled with sha and regret.
Indeed, the Celestial Palace had already sent word to all nearby sects along the way, ordering all sects to completely vacate to avoid being captured by Sergio Wilkins, yet their sects harbored a glimr of hope, not obeying orders, always feeling their sect was small and out-of-the-way, thinking Sergio wouldn’t find them, but tragedy struck.
Who can they bla?
Bla themselves!
Even a small move, relocating all disciples to hide in a remote corner for a few months, could avoid this disaster, but a montary lapse led them into Sergio Wilkins’s hands, plunging their entire sect into calamity.
Can they bla the Celestial Palace?
Sergio Wilkins sneered, "Since you don’t cherish their lives, I’ll see how many self-destructs it takes to blow open your Celestial Palace’s doors. Twenty won’t do; I’ll use fifty; fifty won’t do; I’ll use a hundred. If not enough, I’ll capture more, and try again. Let’s see how long your barrier can last?"
"All of you, follow my command, self-destruct to assault the barrier. After your self-destruct, I’ll spare your sects. If anyone disobeys, I’ll annihilate their entire sect!"
Sergio Wilkins, brimming with killing intent, glared at everyone. The Immortals looked desperate, wanting to resist but utterly incapable of resisting, forced to accept the fate of self-destruction.
Since they were dood, why implicate their sect and family?
If they couldn’t survive, at least letting their sect escape this calamity ant that their death held a sliver of value.
More than twenty Immortals, gathered in desperation outside the barrier, their entire bodies shining with brilliant golden light, like small radiant suns.
"Boom!"
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