Upon receiving the ring, Sistine no longer glanced at the group of chubby people and turned to the Federation's female ensemble, saying, "What do you all think?"

Iserin suggested handing over the ring for a straightforward reason: the previously empty barrier couldn't be broken by everyone's efforts, yet it shattered under Sistine's strong pressure in one strike. Such an astounding level of destruction had invisibly proved a fact—none of the opponents had a chance against her, even with combined efforts. "Give it to her; the strength gap is too vast, and we have no chance."

Meng Yafei shook her head, "Even if we hand over the ring, there's no guarantee they won't break their promise and turn on us later, as they are our enemies and belong to one of the three other races."

"Well said," Wutong remarked solemnly, "to hand over the ring to the Titan Elf just like that would be undervaluing ourselves; I still want to hold out."

"There's no cure for this stubbornness." Sistine sighed softly, "Fine, believe or not, it's your choice. Titan Elves kill, but they don't engage in senseless killing. If you insist on dying, please go ahead."

Meng Yafei and Wutong assumed combat stances in succession, yet the injured Iserin wished to prevent them. Her strength was unmatched by anyone present; even in full health, and with the addition of this empty team, they almost certainly couldn't win. The strict partitioning of combat levels was ruthlessly evident, making no difference whether one or ten came along—the result was the same.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaobo and his group chose to flee.

This was not a matter of unwillingness to help but truly not being able to join the fray. For sure if they did, they would be dead. Moreover, it was the female crew's own decision, and their team's strongest member, Yita, perhaps couldn't even fill the gaps between Sistine's teeth.

Just as Zhang Xiaobo departed, both sides were already entangled in battle. However, seeing it this way, Sistine showed no intentions of counterattacking, allowing Wutong's punches and kicks to oppress her, and Meng Yafei to unleash her mental force to constrain her.

The outcome was often cruel, even as Wutong exerted all her strength to unleash a furious assault, images in the sky appeared and vanished in succession as her actions reached their peak.

Sadly, it was utterly ineffective. Her chaotic strikes were perfectly dodged by Sistine's steady maneuvers, MISS, MISS, yet again a MISS... Sistine's agility attributes far surpassed Wutong, who found it beneath her to fight back. As a king-level warrior, a king-level warrior maintains pride and dignity. On the battlefield, Sistine could bravely kill enemies, but regarding this foe who vowed to defend the Honor Ring to death, she nonetheless held some admiration for these two in front of her.

After a while, finally deciding not to dodge any longer, Sistine decided to face Wutong's attacks head-on, bearing Meng Yafei's mental hypnosis.

Whoo BAM...

This resonant snap far exceeded any previous attack, with just one hand Sistine intercepted all of Wutong's fierce punches, and Meng Yafei's mental suppression seemed like a breeze brushing past Sistine's hair, not stirring a single ripple.

"Have you had enough? If so, hand over the Honor Ring; considering your commendable courage, this is my last act of tolerance."

This...

It seemed Sistine indeed had no intention of killing them, as Zhang Xiaobo's group had already fled far. She could have taken down Wutong and Meng Yafei at once but instead chose continuous dodging and forcibly blocked her own strongest blow in the most direct way, this...

"Here's the ring, then let us leave." Iserin suddenly threw the ring towards Sistine.

The remaining two watched everything in silence, stunned. Indeed, they had not resisted, but simply couldn't defeat the opponent, and persisting would be pointless. So Wutong and Meng Yafei exchanged a glance and also threw the ring to Sistine in turn.

As they turned to leave, unexpectedly, Sistine stopped them by calling out, "Wait a moment."

"What, have you changed your mind?"

"I'm not as despicable as humans," she scoffed while elegantly tossing her hair, finding their words laughably scornful: "Before you leave, you must ensure you won't strike the Titan Elves."

"Survival of the fittest, the strong prevail over the weak. Isn't your demand too unrealistic?"

"Wutong is correct," Iserin stepped forward, stating, "as a proud Titan Elf warrior, you hadn't made such unreasonable demands previously. Has even an august royal bloodline warrior learned to act as disgraceful as humans, burning bridges after crossing them?"

Being human herself, Iserin blushed slightly as she spoke those words.

"You have no position to negotiate."

"We may lack bargaining chips, but is this the demeanor expected of a royal warrior?"

Sistine hesitated, her delicate hand clenching and unclenching repeatedly... Despite remaining motionless, she felt a significant inner struggle, finally saying, "You may go."

Hearing her words, Wutong and the others said nothing further, quickly lifting Cangmu Ling and leaving; they had no clue about the subsequent fate of the void squad.

At this moment, battle scenes were playing out everywhere on the marginal planet, except some humans were targeting their own kind for hunting and plundering—this was no game. It was just everyone had abysmally poor luck, encountering a heroic level boss like Sistine upon entry.

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In the deep space beyond marginalplanet territory, shuttles crossed paths endlessly... Every nation was observing the ground dynamics through the most advanced equipment, except two giant spacecraft that constantly stood over the Federation, like eternal space cities, glowing with faint brilliance.

This undoubtedly was the sightseeing equipment jointly leased by Galactic Warfare and Blood and Passion's official outlet. Inside the shuttle gathered fervent fans of the Revenge Shadow Rider from various countries. Beyond the cheerful chatter, there was an impassioned narration by the official spokesperson of Blood and Passion.

The fact that they had come to hover above the Federation was evidently not to watch the battle of other Federation warriors, but to wait for one person.

Surely, the ground battles were thrilling and breathtaking, yet compared to the expectation surrounding the Revenge Shadow Rider, such thrill seemed mundane.

Many waited all night, longing to glimpse the awaited person first thing. The smarter ones chose to sleep by night and continue waiting by day, as the highest probability zone for the Revenge Shadow Rider's appearance was indeed within Federation control, although none dared claim complete accuracy, given its neutral coalition status.

During the protracted waiting process, at some unknown moment, the solitary live broadcast camera suddenly zoomed in, seemingly capturing the person everyone wanted to see.

Due to Feng Yi's transcendent ability to teleport without any disclosure mechanism, even the camera had just captured this picture.

Indeed, it was none other than the Revenge Shadow Rider, always dressed in the familiar black attire, modest yet supremely chic, along with the last memento given by Mentor Lasso, the black mask, and the cloak once worn by the great recluse in life.

In an instant, the previously noisy shuttle was plunged into unprecedented silence... People's fervent gazes locked onto the figure that symbolized their belief.

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