"Sir. It looks like Curea and Myhan have launched an attack against our allies."

The Prophet remained calm as though he had expected this development. "What's the situation over there?"

"Our allies are launching a retaliatory attack, but the situation might change soon. After all, Curea is one of the five superpower countries in the world. We are not prepared to go against them."

The Prophet asked, "How about the situation on Easton?"

"No information yet. Most likely, they have managed to escape. Their current whereabouts are unknown."

"It looks like the Hacfield family has been waiting for this opportunity for a long time." The Prophet paused for a moment. "Starting from the Shadow Guards, the Ghost, and ultimately Curea. They're moving systematically.

"And if we look at their trace, the only reason they're able to enter Easton must be the One Lion Group."

"That's… the corporation that is trying to fight by our side to get the OpenSky Company."

The Prophet nodded. "Yes. Most likely, they're disrupting that group and letting them smuggle the Libation Fiesta to Easton. That's the only explanation. Even though the Ghost is known for its information network, its connection is quite weak."

"So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"We will retreat. With Curea and Myhan joining the battle, the situation will be quite hopeless. In addition…" The Prophet's eyebrows twitched. He hurriedly turned around and grabbed the staff that helped him walk.

Suddenly, a dot appeared on the horizon. This dot became bigger and bigger until it finally showed its true form.

It was actually Michael Hacfield.

The Prophet raised his staff, while Michael pushed all his momentum into a single punch and struck the Prophet.

The Prophet blocked it with his staff.

"So, you are here. Motherfucker. I'm going to kill you today!" Michael glared at him.

Their clash was so powerful that the ground shook as if there were an earthquake. The soil shattered upon impact, unable to withstand the massive force.

The shock wave launched the Prophet's assistant away.

"You don't know anything about my job. It's your honor to die by my hand. Unfortunately, this time, I just want your grandson's life. Once I'm done, I will have nothing to do with the Hacfield family anymore."

"Do you think I'm going to let you kill my family members twice?" Michael released even more power.

The Prophet snorted. "Sorry, I'm not asking."

Michael's eyes turned bloodshot like a beast as he landed on the ground and shifted his punch from crushing the Prophet to launching him away.

"Sir!" The assistant was trying to help him, but Gerald abruptly appeared and sliced the assistant's body in two.

"No can do. Shadow guards!" Michael raised his hand as several people soon appeared around him. "There must be other helpers in the area. Kill them all."

The Shadow Guards immediately disappeared to finish their task.

Meanwhile, Michael and the Prophet were clashing with everything they had.

When Michael punched the Prophet, his power traveled beyond the Prophet, crushing everything behind him.

His explosive power was known all over the world.

However, the Prophet took the punch head-on. He didn't even use his dominant hand as he blocked the punch with the staff.

Then, the Prophet took a step back to stabilize his form before pulling the edge of the staff, which turned out to be a sword.

The Prophet swung his sword, forcing Michael to raise both arms.

Michael's tough body actually withstood the blade. On the other hand, this cut was so powerful that even if Michael could stop it, other things around the area couldn't.

All trees within a fifty-meter radius were sliced down.

Michael and the Prophet continued to clash. Each of their attacks was at a level that no one under Tier 8 could hope to match.

Even though the Prophet had been scheming in the shadows, there was a reason why he was known as the third strongest person in the world.

Michael snorted. "Your trick won't work against me anymore. There is no one who can help you this time."

The Prophet smiled. "Oh really? Who knows? Maybe Carrick can come. Or maybe someone else."

"I've kept everyone in check. This is the place where you are going to die." Michael scoffed. He had been waiting for decades to exact his revenge. He wouldn't allow anyone to ruin this opportunity.

As Michael said, he had worked together with Silvia to create this one opportunity.

The Melesviet family had been kept in check by the Elseingarde family.

Although Ezekiel wasn't good at offense, no one could defeat him in a short period of time.

If Carrick Melesviet chose to fight Ezekiel, the most he could give to Ezekiel was just a few scratches.

Of course, Silvia had been paying attention to the movements of other top fighters in the world. If she hadn't been so sure, she wouldn't have sent Michael.

…

Meanwhile, Absalom's president had just received another message.

Hana said, "The battle has begun. Sir Michael has engaged the Prophet in a fight. We are free to unleash everything we've got."

The president nodded with a serious expression. "As you have just heard, General Sanders."

"Understood."

With General Sanders focusing on the counterattack, it would be just a matter of time before the war was concluded. The enemy forces were being struck down one after another, especially after their allies abandoned them due to the surprise attack from Curea and Myhan.

Hana stood up and said, "In that case, it's time for me to handle other matters."

"Why not stay here? We're at war right now. It's best to keep you safe."

"No. I'm talking about the person Clovis has just recruited."

"Ah!" The president obviously had heard about it. General Sanders had brought the message directly to his ears that one of the strongest Tier 8 humans, Angelia, would be joining their country and becoming a part of the Libation Fiesta. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

It was huge news, but this also meant Absalom would become even stronger.

The president couldn't help but smile, thinking it was time for Absalom to shine.