The remaining Stage SS fighters stared at the severely wounded Galeborn elder, their scalps prickling as they turned to Sean in disbelief.
Had this man really just reached Stage SS?
He had taken the combined attacks of six Stage SS fighters head-on, then critically wounded a Tier 39 Galeborn elder with a single strike. It was absurd.
No wonder the pinnacle races had been so desperate to wipe out humanity.
Humans were terrifying.
While they were still reeling, an invisible figure silently approached the fallen Galeborn elder.
The elder was wounded, but he hadn't lost the ability to fight. After recovering from the initial shock, he quickly climbed back to his feet.
The instant he did, he sensed danger.
It was pure instinct. At their level, every fighter had some awareness of an approaching threat.
The Galeborn elder's heart lurched, and he immediately retreated.
Unfortunately, his injured body reacted a fraction too slowly.
