The confrontation between Henry and Mars cut through the garrison like a blade through silk.
As Henry's punch sent Mars flying backward, Ophir materialized above the camp in a flash of qi, three shadowy figures flanking him.
A killing frost gathered in Ophir's eyes beneath his helmet as he witnessed Mars's defeat. His gaze pierced Henry's skin like icy daggers.
"Who dares harm my men on sacred ground?" Ophir's voice was a blade sheathed in ice.
The words still hung in the air when an overwhelming pressure crushed Henry's ribs like an iron vise. His cultivation trembled as he gaped at the white-armored commander—now he truly understood the suffocating weight Mars had endured.
Knowing Ophir's reputation as the unyielding iron commander, Henry immediately sent a Mental Transmission: "Mer
