"We won!"
In the White Tower, many representatives revealed expressions of disbelief.
They looked at the Chairman's seat. Ross was sitting calmly in the main seat, and the old Rawls was sitting beside him, his eyes slightly trembling.
"My Lord, is this true?" Someone asked Ross.
Half an hour ago, Ross suddenly gathered everyone to attend the meeting and then threw out this bombshell just now. How could everyone not be surprised?
After all, just a few days ago, the entire White Tower had been in a state of confusion. When they heard about the bloodline tower, they all felt despair. After all, they were determined to stand on the bloodline tower's side.
It was easy to imagine that if the black Isotta won, then the White Tower would be faced with a disaster. Facing two third-circle warlocks, the White Tower would be as fragile as plastic.
