"Lord Red Devil, what on earth is going on?!"
In the Saint Night central command post behind the depression, soldiers from the two remaining remote legions were collapsing like a tide in front of them.
A middle-aged Tier 4 level Saint Night Army deputy general, unbelievably, spoke to a one-eyed elder in red armor wearing a single metal eyepatch beside him.
Other Saint Night Army commanders and staff officers around the one-eyed elder in red armor were also filled with shocked expressions.
A pair of eyes, filled with bloodshot, were wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.
"Foolish."
In the midst of the panic, the one-eyed elder still had a calm demeanor, he said lightly: "It's already clear that there must be reinforcements assisting the Coldflame Army's camp."
However, although the one-eyed elder seemed calm, upon the high command platform, the oaken handrail beside him was crushed from gripping, leaving only bits of oak on the ground, yet to dissipate.
