My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calcraft)

Chapter 2165

Nash was confused, but he recalled Mosley saying before that the person who posted the assignment was likely Tomaz's daughter. Since he could not contact his daughter anymore, he obviously understood what had happened. He did not intend to pity these guys and simply threw their bodies down from an altitude of 10,000 meters. The plane continued its trajectory. What Nash did not expect, however, was for the enemy to actually catch up again. Recalling how the true energy in the Shura Sky-Piercing Spear had been exhausted and that a passenger plane was not as fast as a fighter plane, Nash knew then that it was certain they would catch up eventually.

Just when Nash was about to make a desperate move, a volley of missiles shot past him from behind.

Nash turned his head to look. "It's the Divine Strategy Squadron!"

Benedict landed on the passenger plane then. "That's right! We are here to escort you back."

"Thank you for your help, Benedict."

"Let's save the thanks for later. They're coming!"

...

In an alternate space, Mosley had once again been crushed.

The two elders had realized that Mosley's body was not self-healing and that the broken parts needed to be pieced together to be whole again. Hence, they cut him in half.

Mosley summoned a demon, and it rushed toward the two elders frantically to try and take back half of his body amid the chaos. However, its efforts were useless. The two elders were in perfect sync, which left no opening for it to take advantage of. The demon did not return with Mosley's body this time, and the elders laughed.

"This is what you get for going against us. You can't use your power anymore," the green-masked elder taunted. "You outlaw! This is where you'll die."

the purple-masked elder stood up and released his control over

both their eyes, the winner had been

crept onto

two are worthy of your titles

sending you on your way myself." With that, the green-masked elder chopped

Mosley's head, the green-masked elder posed like he was a winner

Mosley looked at the green-masked

I love to

wel

with people thate, and the other is when I'm about to succeed. I get too nervous to speak. Now,

send your mouth to hell so that you can chatter all you want!" However, at this moment, the alternate

He... had been pierced by the scythe and

Mosley

elder to

to have been defeated. This

he knew

sustain off the purple-masked

energy regardless

would release the space,