Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Even if the situation has been turned around, time is much tighter than imagined.

Fortunately, the situation has already opened up.

...

Minutes later in the Hall of Annihilation.

Marquis Somerset, the Eighth Ancestor, is fiercely battling.

The sound of rocks shattering, magic exploding, reverberates incessantly, making the entire hall seem on the verge of collapse.

A black flame tornado rampages in the center of the battlefield, scorching heat waves sweep through the Hall of Annihilation, melting rocks, tearing the ground apart, the scent of char fills the air.

Suddenly, a powerful current bursts from the tornado's center, scattering flames that turn into countless blood-red streaks of light, tracing eerie arcs like fireworks in the sky.

Marquis Somerset continues to relentlessly pursue the three Great Demon Clan members.

The faint glimmers of light penetrate through the arena, this touch of natural light is like an arch-enemy to Marquis Somerset, making him restless even after it extinguished.

During the brief moment the sunlight lasted, Rashal's energy distinctly faded a notch.

"Weak Demon Race civil officials, dare to flaunt in front of me?"

Marquis Somerset focuses on the present, his voice chillingly cold.

He slowly raises his right hand, his fingers slightly curled, an invisible force begins to coalesce in his palm, a piercing sound faintly resonates in the air.

The next second, the figures of the three Demon Race members seem drawn by the currents he's controlling, Marquis Somerset flashes like a blood-red lightning before the three Great Demon Clan members, Sinola and Pranay feel a tremendous force assault them before they can react.

Sinola and Pranay are consecutively sent flying into the rocky walls of the Hall of Annihilation, with rocks shattering on impact, while behind them, Antanas incessantly casts a healing spell, a soft blue light enveloping their bodies like a gentle veil.

But Marquis Somerset's offensive is too swift and fierce, Antanas's barrier had yet to form around Sinola and Pranay before being shattered by Somerset's sheer force, dispersing into specks of blue particles, vanishing into the air.

Marquis Somerset strides towards Antanas, with each step stirring a strong breeze.

He raises his right fist, surrounded by swirling black-red blood energy, boiling like magma.

"Do you want to try my fist too?"

Marquis Somerset's fist descends straight towards Antanas's chest.

Sinola breaks free from the stone and rushes in front of Antanas, wielding a scythe handle to block the blow, both being sent flying together.

"Looks like the outcome over there is about to be decided."

Pranay rises from afar, casting chains to slow Marquis Somerset, speaking with relief.

"Haha, Marquis Somerset, you're getting more anxious, doesn't Rashal's weakened state mean a Marquis has already fallen?"

Sinola barely steadies herself, supporting Antanas, wipes blood from the corner of her mouth, eyes gleaming mischievously, and asks.

Marquis Somerset's face darkens immediately upon hearing their words.

"This has nothing to do with weaklings like you dying at my hands!"

Enraged, Somerset's voice is full of displeasure and impatience, he heads towards the three Great Demon Clan members.

His aura suddenly rises, filling the air with pressure, making it difficult for the three Great Demon Clan members to breathe, as if Somerset's fury would melt the entire Hall of Annihilation.

Somerset's foot grips the ground, the earth begins to crack, muscles from his ankle to thigh tighten, magma spews from the fissures, illuminating his stern face.

He clenches his fist, the black-red blood energy gathers on his knuckles.

No one knows what ultimate attack he will unleash when his power is fully amassed.

Even Pranay feels anxious, rushing immediately to his sister and Antanas, knowing that if Somerset's power-charged attack isn't neutralized, even Sinola, the most resilient among them, might fall.

Then, Pranay seems to sense something, halting his steps.

"Afraid, aren't you?"

Somerset, poised to strike, sneers.

Just as he finishes speaking, he suddenly feels a palpitating sensation.

Not from Pranay's unusual reaction.

It's a warrior's instinct sensing danger.

He can't pinpoint a specific direction.

Because it feels as if every direction is overwhelmed with a terrifying aura.

Somerset's brain hadn't finished processing this thought.

In the previous moment, the sound of the airflow seemed distant in the sky.

The next instant, it closes in right before Somerset!

At that moment, a silver comet descends from the sky with the force of a thousand troops, a female with green hair and purple eyes fills Somerset's entire view, her gaze carrying the majestic presence of the Wolf Clan Empress, her boundless fist strikes into Somerset's body!

The tumultuous force causes waves to surge in the magma arena, collapsing with a thunderous roar, echoing across the southwestern region of Blood Moon City!

The center of the Hall of Annihilation splits into a wide crevasse, stepping down with each collapse, even at the hall's perimeter, intricately carved blood gemstones fall entirely, their fragments scattering with the wind.

"Everyone, apologies for being late."

Sigrid punches Marquis Somerset aside, then turns back to the three Great Demon Clan members.

The silver light fades, Sigrid's long hair cascades down like a waterfall, as bright as moonlight.

"Sigrid!"

Exhausted, Sinola finally loosens her grip on the scythe's handle, speaking with excitement.