The three alien fighters stared in shock at the figures emerging from the dimensional rift.
When they realized every newcomer was Stage SSS, their expressions darkened.
Theron, on the other hand, breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Finally... Any longer and I wouldn't have lasted."
"We are Noxari. I suggest you stay out of our affairs," the Noxari Patriarch said coldly.
The Noxari were one of the strongest races in Umbrath, so Ethan's group wasn't enough to frighten him. Still, only three of them had come here. If a fight broke out, they would be at a disadvantage.
He had invoked the Noxari name in hopes of intimidating the newcomers.
Unfortunately, he had chosen the wrong people.
"Who the hell are the Noxari supposed to be? You attacked one of mine, so your entire race can disappear!" Ethan said coldly. "Attack! Kill these three first!"
"Got it!"
Abyron and Dahlia immediately charged the two Tier 47 fighters.
