Chapter 193 - Unexpected Turnaround Part Five

A sharp glint appeared inside of Fell's pupil. His face darkened, and Soldier's Fortune appeared in his hand, the rage and wrath that had died down with the death of Golden resurfaced in an instant.

"What did you say?", he said through gritted teeth. "What do you mean by this city will cease to exist?!", killing intent wasn't hidden and could clearly be expressed through his words. And the otherworldly cultivator couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva.

The youth in front of him wasn't even a second step cultivator. But the pressure he radiated was equivalent to a second step cultivator. He silently looked at the young man and thought cautiously about what he was going to say. Although he didn't fear a battle against the youth, he was fully aware that if the man failed to kill him, the next time they met, he could easily be overpowered.

He looked at the deceased Golden and remembered that the man had attained a level nearly similar to his own after his breakthrough. And although he didn't have the time to solidify his cultivation, thus becoming quite unstable. The fact that Fell had beaten Golden couldn't be denied at all.

"The attack will arrive soon. From the ground, masses upon masses of mutated fierce beasts will trample your city."

"From the sky, one bomb after another will drop. And the shield surrounding the city will disappear from only a few efforts."

"The only good news is that the probability of a cultivator appearing is low. Yet even with just the two threats from above, the ground will be leveled, your sturdy buildings won't resist for a long time. I can assure you that with your current strength, there is absolutely nothing you can do save your hometown.", he sighed before finishing his explanation.

Fell trembled with more intensity. Each threat caused him to grip his sword harder and harder, and his tortured mind through an internal turmoil that nearly caused him a mental breakdown.

A saddened gaze appeared on the otherworldly cultivator, and he couldn't help but think inwardly. "This is the sad reality of this world. Without enough strength, you can't protect anything, and you will only attract trouble to those dear to you."

With eyes closed, Fell felt waves of nausea assault him, and his leg nearly failed him. "He said it is my fault… I attracted too much attention from Earth's enemies…", he opened his eyes. The white of his eyes had turned red. With many blood vessels exploding, giving him a grim constitution.

He silently looked at the man in front of him for a long time.

"What If I leave now? Will this city be safe?", he said with a tone filled with hope.

The otherworldly guest looked at Fell, and his eyes flashed with mysterious intent. "If I tell him that he only need to follow me for the city to avoid being destructed, my plan could be achieved…", he pondered on whether he should take the risk or not. "But, our relationship would be based on a lie. And if he ever comes back here and learns the truth, he could turn against us, and I can only imagine how dangerous he will get with dozens of years of experience."

Fell continued looking at the man, his face yearning for an answer that could resolve his problem. Deep down, he knew that the matter couldn't be as easy as that, but he still wanted to hear the man tell him that leaving could solve the problem.

The man opened his lips, and his voice resounded through the empty ballroom that had served as a battlefield. Each word from the man-caused Fell to take a step back; the youth felt as if dozens of sharp knives were piercing through his heart. He stood silently, with a grim expression that showed his hopelessness, and before long, a tired sigh escaped from his throat.

"Thanks for the offer, fellow cultivator. But I will stay here and do my utmost in protecting what I can. This might be a stupid action that will probably result in my own death, but this is something that I'm entitled to do, or else I'll regret for the rest of my life.", Fell said with a down to earth, and matter of fact tone that made the man look at him with another look.

He felt as if the youth in front of him aged in an instant, and saw the terrible weight that rested on his shoulders. "What a pity…", he thought as the impression he had of the youth rose in his heart. "If he happens to survive, he will turn into dangerous chess in this board that will stop at nothing before their destruction!", he pondered while gazing at the figure of the youth in front of him.

With hopes crushed, and with his back against the wall, Fell enclosed everything inside of his heart and consolidated his determination. Even if it could result in his own death, and it could also be said that the possibility of saving anyone was closer to less than one percent. He still wanted to stay and fight to the bitter end.

He knew that if he even fled away from this predestined battle. He will end up hating himself for the rest of his life; that was without taking account of the damage his cultivation would take. It wouldn't be a surprise if, in his depressed state, his progress in cultivation turned into a snail pace. And from a passionate genius who stopped at nothing to advance, he would turn into a saddened man who will only think about the past with a bitter after taste.

He knew that in the later, he would end up taking his own life or attempt a dangerous action that wouldn't be less suicidal than the first option. If he would end up dying in both possibilities, why not choose the first option and live rightfully with clear consciousness.