"Let me rephrase this! The Black Tower is commandeering your Three Great Mercenary Groups!" Solan glared coldly at the trio.
"Commandeering? With just you?"
The irascible Dean sneered as he looked at Solan, some faint sparks flickering over his body. With the power of a 3rd Rank Sword Saint, Dean wasn't putting Solan in his eyes.
Solan was still a High Mage when Dean had become a Sword Saint.
But, at that time.
A voice suddenly echoed.
"Okay, stop there. Your three mercenary groups seemed to have forgotten that the Black Tower isn't discussing with you, we are taking you over! Do you not know what that means…?"
Everyone felt a huge power descending when that voice suddenly appeared.
That power was unfathomable. Delson and Rolf, those rarely seen experts, didn't have any thought of resisting that power. The Line Canyon seemed to have been silenced, the trio's faces turning ashen.
