Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 1192: Shifting Alliances

Chapter 1192: Shifting Alliances

"Agreed."

Cao Jingyuan didn’t hesitate.

Having publicly defected, he knew he could never return to human society.

He might as well go all in—after all, with his cultivation, he could still make a name for himself among the aliens.

The three of them blurred as they launched themselves at Major General Rafiq and his forces once again.

They were clever, splitting into three directions.

Even if the puppet was strong enough to block them, it couldn’t stop all three at once.

As expected, the puppet couldn’t handle all three of them simultaneously.

By the time it sent one flying, Cao Jingyuan and another had already reached Major General Rafiq and Luhay.

Just then, two flashes of blade light tore through the air, reaching Cao Jingyuan and his companion in the blink of an eye.

Neither of them expected there to be another cultivator.

The sharp blade energy carried spiritual fluctuations that only a cultivator could unleash.

They hurriedly tried to block, but the blade light pierced through their defenses and into their bodies.

"Ugh!"

Two of them sprays of blood filled the air as the violent blade energy wreaked havoc inside them rather than bursting out.

"No! There’s something wrong with this blade energy!" Cao Jingyuan’s expression changed drastically as he quickly retreated.

The sudden turn of events stunned everyone.

Cao Jingyuan was second only to Duan Yao in strength, and his betrayal had caught everyone off guard.

Many cultivators had defected in this battle, ambushing their comrades and gravely injuring several cultivators.

The situation had seemed hopeless.

If they were struggling just against these defectors, how could they possibly stand against the Prince of Doomsday when he finally took action?

But in just under a minute, everything changed.

Cao Jingyuan and another cultivators were critically wounded, while the third was effortlessly crushed by the beast puppet.

Cao Jingyuan desperately tried to suppress the blade energy with his spiritual power, only to find that the energy devoured it instead.

His face contorted in horror—this was an unfathomably terrifying force, the likes of which he’d never encountered before.

As the two staggered, Luhay and Major General Rafiq seized the opportunity to strike, forcing them further into retreat.

Despite being mere mortals, they were overpowering two powerful cultivators.

The one responsible for the blade attack had not yet revealed themselves.

No one knew who it was.

However, Prince Ceodore and his subordinates recognized the blade light from their previous attack on Planet Teutonia.

"Your Highness, they actually arrived! They must have used spatial teleportation!" Gren exclaimed in shock.

He had personally witnessed this very blade light destroy two battleship before.

"Order all cultivators to focus their attacks on Aelra’s Battleship!" Prince Ceodore’s eyes were cold, his voice icy.

He had never fled from a battlefield before.

The humiliation he suffered at Planet Teutonia would not be repeated—he would not let those aboard Aelra’s Battleship leave Planet Veloxia alive.

Gren wasn’t sure if the plan would succeed, but he relayed the order immediately.

"Whoever kills the cultivators aboard that battleship will receive double the promised rewards."

Though he didn’t specify names, the defected cultivators froze for a moment before going berserk.

They hadn’t betrayed humanity merely to follow the tide.

The aliens had promised them rare treasures and resources.

This universe was scarce in heavenly materials, and its spiritual energy was too thin for higher cultivation levels.

When the aliens approached them, they showed them incredibly enticing treasures and promised them access to a higher-dimensional universe filled with divine wonders.

If they agreed to fight against humanity’s cultivators, the aliens would take them there after the war—and even give them some treasures upfront.

The aliens hadn’t lied.

When recruiting them, they had already displayed some of these resources.

Heavenly materials naturally carried spiritual energy, and the cultivators could sense that these items were genuine—something impossible to find in this lower-dimensional universe.

The space pirate cultivators were the first to react, abandoning their opponents and charging toward the battleship above.

"I’ll handle this. You go take care of the Prince of Doomsday’s battleship. This time, don’t let them escape—end it quickly."

To win the goodwill of humanity, Amalia decided to step in personally.

The hero’s role in saving the universe was hers to claim.

Kenny Lin shrugged indifferently. "Fine, but if I destroy the aliens’ battleship, will the humans’ gratitude shift toward me? Maybe I should stand guard and let you finish down here first."

"That works."

If she was going to earn humanity’s trust, she would go all in.

With that, Amalia shot out from the battleship, becoming a streak of light.

As she clashed with the incoming space pirates, she unsheathed her blade in a swift arc.

The slicing wind howled as her strike effortlessly cut through their spiritual defenses, moving too fast for machines to track, requiring playback at a hundred or even a thousand times slower speed.

The space pirates seemed frozen in midair for a moment. The next, their bodies plummeted to the ground.

Thud, thud, thud—they crashed into the earth, lifeless.

Han Li, witnessing this, was momentarily distracted.

Seizing the opportunity, Rafael landed a brutal punch directly onto him.

Flesh met fist with resounding impact.

Blow after blow rained down, each one accompanied by a sickening crack.

Before long, Han Li was sent flying, landing heavily on his knees.

Blood spurted from his mouth as he glared at Rafael with unwilling rage in his eyes.

Rafael understood the principle of "strike while your enemy is weak," so without hesitation, he charged forward.

A dark figure suddenly rushed out, and two surges of spiritual energy clashed mid-air, sending both combatants flying.

Rafael’s fist, hanging by his side, trembled slightly.

The wounds on his hand had torn through his flesh, exposing fractured bones beneath.

"Kill Rafael," Han Li coldly ordered.

The dark figure wore a mask and remained silent, but the moment the command was given, he lunged at Rafael.

Both fought with their fists, but Rafael quickly realized that his opponent’s physical strength was superior to his own.

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