"Let me warn you beforehand," Zuo Qingtian said, the thunder in his voice echoing ominously in everyone's ears. "If anyone disobeys the arrangements and affects the overall situation, don't blame me for resorting to drastic measures. Do you all understand?"
The voice, laced with indescribable terror and authority, exploded beside each person's ear.
For a moment, the field fell silent, after which every creature spoke in unison, their voices merging into a chorus as tumultuous as landslides and tidal waves:
"We understand!"
"Very good," Zuo Qingtian nodded in satisfaction, "Now let's start with the specific assignments. Ni, you and the other two will lead the first armored division of cultivators and stand by at the eastern district of Immortal City, Dongqing Pavilion."
"Yes."
"Wu, you lead the second armored division to White Pavilion."
"..."
Time trickled on.
