CHAPTER 968
Twirling around in a sharp, fluid motion, Ki flooded into Alba's legs.
Unhesitatingly, she lunged away from the enemy host, propelled by an explosive burst of speed.
Killian and Brook were right beside her as she left the Behemoth soldiers in a complete daze.
Their frontlines had effectively been wiped out in a single, devastating strike.
There was a palpable sense of disorientation on their side; they clearly hadn't anticipated such a sudden, aggressive preemptive attack.
That had been Alba's strategy all along.
Given the significant distance between the West and North walls, she needed to create a momentary opening—an opportunity for their forces to reposition and move out effectively.
For a fleeting second, she had almost forgotten the type of clan they were facing.
The Behemoth Clan: often perceived as all brawn and no brains.
