Robin infused his soul sense into the Sound Ring and spoke in a clear voice, "Amon, bring your army and come to the City of Hope... I'll be waiting for you... But you'd better set the coordinates a hundred miles away from it; there's a spatial lock here... Alright, I'll send you the coordinates."
"Haha, your demons won't help you! My seventh son is surrounding them as we speak and will annihilate them at any moment. Honestly, I'm amazed you managed to heal that person, Sakaar, to this extent after my son severely injured him. But I'm also sure he'll crumble the moment he takes even a single hit!" Pythor laughed proudly, everything was going according to plan.
