Bab 334: Resistance is Futile

"Hahahahaha! Fools, resistance is futile. Surrender while you still can!"

The twelfth queen proclaimed while her team's unrestrained hammering of the blood dome carried on. Hundreds of emerald light coated punches rained upon the crackling barrier while the shockwaves they released daggered at the twins' internal organs.

"At this rate, we're doomed to destruction. What should we do?"

A frustrated Vylsea asked with blood trickling down her lips.

"Saving one is better than saving none. If her majesty doesn't emerge soon, we can only take her grace and leave. Otherwise, we'll all be buried here!"

Calisto replied in resignation. But hearing this, Vylsea violently shook her head.

"Are you out of your mind?! Who dares appear before his majesty with news of the empress' fall? We might as well perish here."

Vylsea immediately rejected her sister's suggestion. However, Calisto sighed.