Chapter 532
Chapter 532 Three-Way Standoff
The Planar Hall.
No more than seventeen of the three dozen dragonborn scout successfully returned.
At this moment, creaking came from the spatial passage sustained by the thunderlight stones. A large human’s face pressed against the semi-transparent plane membrane. It was as if a terrifying human from the other end of the passage was trying to squeeze his way into this lower plane.
As the person continued to struggle, the plane membrane started to protrude further and further. It also became thinner as it stretched out.
Vague cracks appeared in the spatial passage, and a terrifying flash of blue thunder blasted from within.
Finally, the plane membrane could no longer resist the pressure of the fearsome figure, shattering into tens of thousands of spatial shards. A tall human figure shrouded in the bright blue radiance of electricity charged out of the broken spatial passage with firm steps.
An incomparably ferocious spatial whirlwind surged out of the passage along with him.
The three factions gathered in the same place. Their furious and wicked gazes swept from one camp to the other. For a moment, no one knew how to deal with the situation at hand.
Zacha had initially planned to use pure martial strength to force the old goblin into supplying power to the planar door. However, he was shocked to find competitors upon arriving here. The old goblin had also vanished, replaced by this giant brain monster.
Moreover, Zacha could sense from the radiating aura that the old goblin was no longer a weakling he could bully at will. Instead, the goblin had turned into an odd Third Grade lifeform.
The dragonborn might have Third Grade Thunder Dragon Arms as their trump card, but even Zacha couldn’t be sure his lord would necessarily win against this mysterious Third Grade monster. Greem and Gazlowe’s factions were also cautious of each other. At the same time, they couldn’t find a point of agreement or cooperation.
Consequently, all three parties simply stared at each other. No one dared to start the conflict for fear of being the first to be targeted. The atmosphere within the room quickly turned tense and heavy.
At this awkward moment, a strange fourth party appeared in the hall. It was the magical machine army directly subordinate to the Royal Family. This army of a thousand magical machines immediately charged toward the adepts under the lead of the rescued Princess Vanessa.
Their reckless actions caused the other two parties to stir as well.
Greem was thoroughly infuriated. He had no choice but to send his subordinates forward to hold the enemy back.
He had no choice. As the Second Grade fire adept of the party, he had to remain still before the other two factions struck. A three-way melee would probably break out immediately if he personally entered the battlefield.
The Royal Family’s army was nothing in the eyes of these three factions!