Rhea trembled in pain but still stiffened her neck: "Young Master, are you really going to make an enemy of the Phoenix Clan for the sake of this lowly Lower Domain woman?"
Mael Valerius narrowed his dark golden eyes and plucked out the last few feathers from her body, leaving her utterly bare in the blink of an eye: "If you keep talking, I'll skin you next."
Rhea's whole body shuddered with agony. She understood this madman meant what he said and would definitely do it, so how could she dare keep hiding anything? Hoarsely, she cried, "The Clan Leader sent three hundred elite warriors, led by Arch-Shaman Ignatius Phoenix! There are also a few elders. At the latest, they'll arrive in the Lower Domain by tomorrow night!"
Corbin Crowley's bone wings snapped open with a "whoosh": "Three hundred?"
Rhys Blackwood frowned, "All elites? What level are they at?"
