Just as Yang Luo and the others were retreating…
In the meeting room of the headquarters of Country Oxford.
Ferrand and the higher-ups were still waiting for news.
Edward looked out the window and frowned, "It's already dawn. Why hasn't there been any news?"
"Could something have happened?"
A brown-haired middle-aged man asked nervously.
"What could have happened?"
A blond middle-aged man smiled and said, "We stationed more than 30,000 people on Watling Street for an ambush!
Not only are there 30,000 warriors, but there were also more than 1,000 members of the Dark Judgement Team. They are even led by Great Swordsman of Light, Templar Warrior, and Snow Maiden!
Moreover, we have mobilized so many heavy thermal weapons!
It's impossible to break through with just those nine fellows!"
"That's right. Those nine fellows definitely won't be able to escape even if they have wings. It's impossible for them to survive!"
