Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability Chapter 3155: Why Wouldn’t We Dare!

With eyes shut, a surge of irritation was suppressed as she compelled herself to find inner peace, hoping for a breakthrough.

However, their strategy had been flawed. They had anticipated that with a bit more patience, the men’s psychological resolve would crumble, compelling them to relinquish the children willingly.

Unexpectedly, instead of securing the children, they were met with continuous attempts at escape.

Following a full day and night of a tense standoff, Elder He’s resolve finally broke. Disregarding the potential harm to the children amidst the conflict, he launched an assault against the men.

Instantly, the area descended into mayhem. The cacophony of the battle between the men and Elder He, along with the disciples of the Saintess Sect, permeated the air, punctuated by the terrified wails of children.

Seizing an opportune moment, when a few men were momentarily distracted, a female disciple attempted to snatch a child from one of their grips.

"Get over here!"

Her teeth were clenched, the words forced out through gritted lips as she reached for the child.

Yet, before her fingers could grasp the child, a searing blast of Original Soul energy struck her, instantly severing her hand.

"Ah!"

A scream tore from her as she clutched the stump of her severed hand with her uninjured one.

She was not alone in her cries; the shrieks of other women echoed around her. Turning towards the sounds, she witnessed fellow sect members falling one after another.

"You all... ugh!"

Before she could even identify the powerful assailant responsible for their downfall, she felt the sharp penetration of a weapon through her chest.

Her gaze dropped to the wound, blood pouring forth, before lifting to behold a man clad in Black Clothes.

"Clan guards..."

These were the elite guards from the major clans, their distinctive attire a marker of their allegiance. She recognized the uniform; it belonged to the guards of a specific prominent clan.

Scanning her surroundings, she observed that numerous clan guards had already felled many of their disciples.

"How dare you... you dare to kill members of the Saintess Sect..."

"What is there to fear!"

The clan guard responded with a frigid snort, withdrawing his long sword from the Saintess Sect disciple's chest with brutal force.

They were permitted to abduct the core disciples of the great clans, yet the clans themselves were forbidden from retaliating? It was an illogical double standard.

After dispatching a Saintess Sect disciple, he turned his gaze to the remaining female disciples, intent on felling a few more to sate his fury.

"Kill them all, leave not a single Saintess Sect disciple alive!"

The two Elders had barely registered the situation when a booming voice commanded, and in the very next instant, the renewed screams of their disciples assailed their ears.

Simultaneously, two Family Heads, accompanied by their clan guards, were making a direct advance towards them.

A genuine sense of panic now gripped them. They had never anticipated such swift action from the major clans. How could they possibly have been tracked down in mere days? Had they even bothered to ascertain who was responsible for snatching the children?

Even if their identities were known, how could they have pinpointed their location in the desert with such alarming accuracy?

These questions remained unanswered, and critically, there was no longer time for contemplation.

The two Family Heads were drawing nearer, each of their strikes aimed at vital points, leaving no doubt about their lethal intentions. Forced to defend themselves, they found themselves overwhelmingly outnumbered.

Caught completely off guard, having already sustained significant losses among their female disciples, and with the men now aiding their adversaries, they were unable to even mount a proper defense. Their situation was dire, severely outnumbered.