Endless regret overwhelmed Yeats like a tide, making him ramble on helplessly, as if crying out for help:
"In the aid of those Tree Elves, the Wizards have already taken back more than a dozen islands... Perhaps, perhaps this is not the best time; those Elves will continue to hide..."
Windsor's face was solemn, ignoring Yeats. She turned and said quickly to Colin and his companion:
"There is another way to immediately contact the Wizards on the front lines, follow me!"
With that, she leaped into action.
Whoosh.
Before Colin could react, a silver ribbon wrapped around his body, then pulled him along swiftly after Windsor.
As for the seriously injured Yeats, he was not given such courtesy; he was simply hung carelessly below by a ribbon.
Moments later, they arrived outside a marble building in the center of the island.
Windsor led them flying quickly inside.
"I am a member of the Supreme Council. The responsibility I bear here on the Parra Islands is to activate—this distress device in front of us when an unstoppable crisis arrives," she said.
As soon as she finished speaking, their group had entered a secret chamber.
In the center of the secret chamber stood a circular Witch Array, with a large crystal set atop it.
"Windsor," the guarding Male Wizard rose to greet her.
"These people are..." he asked with some confusion.
"Terry, there's no time to explain, help me activate the distress device quickly!" Windsor urged, swiftly moving toward the crystal device, placing her hand on a protrusion inlaid with small crystals on the right side.
Terry's expression turned serious; after confirming that Windsor's Spirit was stable, he immediately approached the crystal device.
Strictly speaking, Windsor was his senior, and he trusted her judgment.
Hum—
The crystal device gradually lit up, the light shining on the five people in the secret chamber, reflecting two distinctly different expressions.
Colin and his companions naturally did not need to be mentioned; all were intently focused on the crystal, their faces tense.
However, besides tension, a trace of panic could also be seen in Yeats. He reassured himself:
'Maybe it's not so bad, even if the attack on the Southern Seven Islands fails this time, the Wizards still possess enough living forces. At worst, we just retreat the defensive line a bit more; Siya Continent won't be reached in a short time...'
'But I probably can't avoid punishment...' Perhaps unwilling to admit to his own stupidity, a voice like that of a seducing Demon suddenly emerged in Yeats's heart.
'If I manage to deal with these people and keep the news under wraps... then if the front lines fail, I won't be punished.
And if the Tree Elves continue to choose to hide and the Southern Seven Islands are taken, I can still take credit for this news later...'
Thinking this, Yeats's gaze gradually turned towards the weakest Colin on the field.
He realized that the crystal device in front of him required Windsor and another's full effort and must not be interrupted, or they would end up severely injured or dead.
Thus, these two were not a concern... As for dealing with Zehtti beside him, his plan was to start with Colin.
Yeats schemed thus, completely unaware that Colin had already noticed his gaze.
He knew that people often make irrational choices in dire situations, and the more one practiced, the more one must maintain humanity; Wizards are naturally the same.
So he had been keeping some attention on Yeats.
However, Colin's heart stirred, yet he did not act rashly, quietly sending a mental message to Zehtti through spiritual power.
Zehtti, upon receiving the message, appeared slightly startled.
"I understand," she whispered back, her vague features showing no emotion.
Yet penetrating through that indistinct facade to her inner self, one would discover she was sneering coldly.
Zehtti was not someone with a wide heart.
To be frank, if it were not for certain concerns, Yeats should have been a dead man the moment he spouted off about the despicable mixed blood of an Alien Race.
And now, Yeats was still making foolish moves, nearly putting the knife into her hands. Why would she have any reason not to take it?
They did not have to wait long.
Snap.
Yeats leapt towards Colin, the silver ribbon previously wrapped around him unraveling completely.
'So easily?' Startled, he did not overthink it, and quickly looked towards Colin.
But he found Colin reacting even quicker than he imagined... as if he had been anticipating it.
"Yeats, what are you trying to do?!" Windsor, at the crystal device, noticed the disturbance and shouted sharply.
But her hands were tied with the device, leaving her no room to intervene.
Yeats did not answer, gathering his thoughts and seizing the moment when Zehtti was still not reacting, continuing his charge at Colin!
Both Windsor and Terry realized Yeats's intention at this moment, they were enraged and rebuked in unison.
Windsor even called out desperately:
"Have you gone mad? Yeats! This is a critical moment, the lives of countless Wizard brethren on the front lines are in our hands!"
"I only care about myself," Yeats muttered indifferently.
The battle for the Southern Seven Islands, even if lost, would at most only cause the Sea Domain's defensive line to fall back considerably.
But no matter how far it fell back, it could not possibly reach Siya Continent, affect his own Family!
Moreover, who knew whether the Elf Clan was revealing its betrayal in this battle? It could easily be the next one!
As soon as he said these words, Colin suddenly stopped his retreat, turned, and stared at Yeats as if looking at a dead man.
The next second.
Crackle!!!
Lightning, which only existed high in the skies, suddenly appeared on earth.
With not even a chance to scream out, Yeats was instantly turned into charcoal, devoid of life, and fell to the ground.
Simultaneously, with a hum.
Above the crystal, a tall projection suddenly appeared.
"Parra Islands, why do you call for help?"
The tall and mysterious figure asked with a slow voice.