While Clarion and Harvey were talking, the Origin Sword Style elites were already slowly coming closer.

600 feet. 300 feet. 150 feet!

As they drew closer, everyone could see their murderous expression. Their firearms already had their safety off. One could also see there were no longer any gaps in their encirclement.

With how things were going, the only two options for Harvey and his men were to either get killed or to simply surrender.

As they drew closer, not only was Clarion sweating, but all his bodyguards also had cold sweat on their foreheads.

Only Harvey wasn't doing anything. He simply narrowed his eyes as if he was quietly calculating something.

When there were only 60 feet left, he suddenly said, "You have two seconds."

Harvey suddenly slammed his foot on the ground.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave extended outward, and all the Origin Sword Style elites surrounding them were subconsciously stunned. The shield they were holding momentarily left the ground.

"Warsong! Fire