The moment Nesha was sent forward by the impact, Boris moved.
His hand shot out like lightning and wrapped tightly around the Grand Elder's throat. The overwhelming grip immediately cut off any chance of escape.
Nesha's eyes widened. Only now did he finally understand. This had never been an attack on the city. It had been a trap from the very beginning.
And he had walked straight into it.
"It was a trap…!!!" Nesha gritted his teeth as the realisation finally struck him.
Blood slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth while he glared at Boris and Malakor Harrington with a mixture of hatred, shock, and disbelief. Even now, he found it difficult to accept what was happening. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that the Anti-Emperor Faction would launch such a large-scale attack against the Night Rider Sect.
What confused him even more was the reason behind it.
