The rain seemed to have stopped at some point, but the sky was still dark. Yet everything was still clearly visible in the sky.
Alex frowned a little when he saw the many people floating in the sky. That was problematic for him after all. So long as they were in the sky, there was no way for his puppet to get to them.
The puppet couldn't fly, and if Alex wanted to control it, he would have to spend way too much attention on it, leaving himself vulnerable for the most part.
So, unfortunately, he couldn't use the puppet for this fight outdoors. Still, he brought out the puppet and placed Whisker next to it.
"Protect these people from random attacks, okay?" Alex said. He brought out a bunch of formation flags and threw them on the ground. Immediately, a strong formation formed out of it.
"Everyone, stay inside here and don't leave. You will be safe as long as you stay in there," Alex said. "Father, you need to get inside as well."
"What are you doing?" Graham asked. "Alex, we need to run away."
"No," Alex said. "I've ran away too many times. Not again."
Every time he was up against someone strong, he had to run away. He ran away from the Beast realm when he had gone back to take Pearl. He had to run away from the Demon realm when the Saints came to kill him, and then he had to run away from the Northern Continent when the mad immortal sought to kill him.
Each time he had run away, and each time he had lost something.
He lost connections to his sect and friends. He had lost connection to his mother. He had lost connection to his aunt. He had lost connection to Pearl.
'Not again!' Alex said to himself.
"Alex!" his father shouted. "Son, back away. This is not a fight for you. Just leave."
"Father," Alex said as he looked back. "Remember what you used to say? What grandfather used to say?"
Graham looked confused.
"We don't run away. Whether we are beaten or hurt, we endure it and we stand up. Then, we keep moving forward," Alex said. "Just wait, father. I will make you proud."
Alex turned around and slowly walked away, going closer toward his enemy that had now reached nearly 50 in number.
Graham watched in shock as he realized that his son was not the naive son they had kept protected from the world. He had grown in the many years they were apart and was not an entirely different person.
He was no longer a boy, but a man. He didn't know whether he should be happy that he had turned out this way, or sad that he missed it all.
The patriarch looked at Alex and shook his head. "How I wished for it all to not end like this. I even gave you a way out. All you had to do was say a simple oath and you could've lived," the man said. "It's a shame that we will be losing our greatest alchemist now."
Alex smirked. "I don't really see what you're planning to do here," he said. "You've already been found out by the elders. What are you really going to achieve by killing me?"
"We can always tell them we didn't do it," the patriarch said. "If you and everyone here were to die, we can simply say you tried to fight with us and died. As for those behind you, no one even knows they exist. Their death won't even be questioned."
"How do you plan to get away with it if they ask you to speak the oaths?" Alex asked.
"I don't know," the old man said. "We will either be left alone, or we will get into trouble in the end. Either way, it will all be your fault, and killing you here is simply taking revenge before it happens."
"I see," Alex said. "Well, I never wanted you to get caught either. I would rather kill you all here myself."
"Brother, stop talking so much. Just kill him already," the older woman next to the patriarch spoke. "He killed my son. You have to make his father watch him die. I won't be happy otherwise."
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