"Who are you?"
After Pamela's words of contempt, one of the Tier 6 Silver Elves spoke with an extremely solemn tone as he looked at Pamela, then Corey.
They could no longer take anybody from the group as weak or beneath them. In less than an hour, seven Mystic Beings of their organization had died.
This was not a blow to their organization. It was a massive blow to their organization.
Before the destruction of their world, the loss of four Tier 4s and three Tier 5s would have hurt, but it won't shake their organization so much.
But after the destruction of their organization, what was left on this planet was a mere fraction of their organization. And the loss of seven Mystic Beings was detrimental to the foundations of their organization.
Not only had they lost seven Mystic Beings, they had not been able to kill a single one of their enemy.
'This is bad. This is very bad.'
