"Ancestor Luther, Heaven Realm's special envoy…"
In an instant, the remaining members of the three ancient realms quickly showed their goodwill.
Offering help in a snowstorm was far more valuable than adding flowers to an already beautiful brocade.
Why did they make this choice?
It was all because of Braydon Neal.
They did it solely for Braydon's sake.
Who would have thought that Luther Carden's eyes would turn cold?
He glanced outside the hall and coldly shouted, "Tell them it's not their place to interfere in the affairs of this universe!"
"If they obediently hide in the ancient realm, I will allow them to live in the future. Otherwise, the Northern Army Cavalry will raze their last habitat to the ground!"
His cold words echoed through the hall, filled with ruthless killing intent.
The hall fell silent.
