Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World-Chapter 1294: The Immortals Arrive

Fortunately, Khalil and the others were still outside.

If they weren’t, he would’ve had no way of shielding so many people on his own.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder—what was happening outside with Khalil and the others?

After Mateo led the Minister and the General away, Rafael and Duan Yao resumed their battle against several Scaldriths.

Fortunately, Valen’s target was Rafael and Duan Yao, so he did not order anyone to chase after them.

Meanwhile, the situation of Khalil, whom Mateo had worried about, was not looking good.

He, along with the soldiers and a few cultivators, had stayed outside.

They had not expected that the aliens had hidden top-tier warriors.

Before leaving, one of them casually unleashed a devastating attack.

If not for several cultivators joining forces to block it, they would have died on the spot.

However, those cultivators were now completely incapacitated.

Their cultivation levels were not as high as Rafael and Duan Yao’s, but as long as they weren’t facing true powerhouses, they still had the ability to fight.

But now, with so many of their people instantly crippled, they were forced into a dire situation.

Watching his comrades fall one by one, barely clinging to life, with one foot already in the grave, Khalil’s eyes turned bloodshot.

His icy gaze locked onto the attacking aliens.

He hadn’t killed enough of them yet.

He refused to die here.

If only he were stronger—strong enough to slaughter these repulsive aliens!

"The battle inside should be over soon. Finish them off before the lords come out and find that we couldn’t even handle a few dozen people."

A captain of the Scaldriths Clan gave his ruthless command, staring indifferently at the humans trapped in a hopeless situation.

Immediately, dozens of aliens let out a thunderous roar, launching a barrage of attacks that rained down on Khalil and the others.

Just as they thought they were doomed—

The aliens suddenly froze in place, as if someone had pressed a pause button on them.

Amalia descended from the sky.

When she saw the state Khalil and the others were in, her cold gaze swept over all the aliens.

In an instant, dozens of blade-like energy slashes materialized around her hands and shot toward them.

Each alien had a hole pierced through their forehead in the blink of an eye.

A second later, their lifeless bodies collapsed to the ground.

"What happened?"

Kenny Lin landed beside Amalia.

After handling their affairs, they had rushed over, only to find that a battle had erupted at the royal palace.

Khalil, who had been outside the whole time, had no idea what was going on.

He only knew that the aliens had suddenly attacked them, and then a full-scale battle had broken out.

Amalia tossed them each a spirit stone. "Heal your wounds first. Stay here and wait for us—we’re going inside to check things out."

The moment Khalil saw them arrive, his heart, which had been suspended in anxiety, finally settled.

The two Immortals had returned.

With them here, everyone believed that the Immortals would protect them, and the aliens would pay dearly for their actions.

The soldiers held the spirit stones Amalia had given them, not yet realizing their value.

But the cultivators among them immediately started trembling like they had been struck by lightning.

As soon as Amalia and Kenny Lin left, a few cultivators shamelessly approached, offering to trade valuable items for the spirit stones.

Khalil coldly responded with a single word: "Scram."

Even if he didn’t know exactly what these were, he wasn’t stupid.

Anything given by Ms. Amalia had to be precious.

Besides, he wasn’t blind—he could see how excited those cultivators were.

It was clearly something incredibly valuable.

Khalil also instructed the others, "Whatever the Immortals give us, keep it for yourselves. Don’t be foolish enough to give it away."

Seeing that their scheme wouldn’t work, the cultivators had no choice but to abandon their plans and focus on absorbing the spirit stones as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile—

"Are you even capable of fighting?" Rafael finally lost his patience after watching Duan Yao cough up blood over and over again.

"Shut up! Do you think I’d be in this situation if it weren’t for you?" Duan Yao snapped.

If he didn’t have to watch out for Rafael’s severe injuries, he wouldn’t be struggling so much.

Instead, he was stuck taking hits left and right.

"How about you just leave? You’re more of a burden than a help."

Rafael sneered, "As if you could win if I left. Weren’t you the one who got beaten so badly that you landed right next to me just now?"

Duan Yao wanted nothing more than to sew Rafael’s mouth shut.

This guy could twist anything to make it sound like it was someone else’s fault.

"Fine, fine—get lost then!"

"You think we’re dead or something?"

Valen’s face darkened as he watched them bicker, completely ignoring his presence.

"And what if we do?" The two of them turned to glare at him simultaneously.

"Good! If I don’t kill you both today, I’m not a male! Go—cut them into pieces!"

The three guards reverted to their true forms, using their massive bodies to crush the two men directly.

"Damn it! You’re forcing me!" Rafael suddenly pulled out the divine artifact that Amalia had given him.

He had refrained from using it all this time because his cultivation level was too low, making it difficult for him to wield the weapon for long.

His and Duan Yao’s situation was different from the soldiers on Planet Teutonia.

The soldiers had relied solely on brute force and the sharpness of the celestial weapon when wielding it.

In contrast, he and Duan Yao had to channel their spiritual energy into the weapon to activate it.

This time, Rafael did not hesitate to infuse the divine artifacts with his spiritual energy.

In an instant, 70 to 80 percent of his energy was drained.

At that moment, a chilling sense of dread swept through the entire negotiation hall.