"How's the situation on the ground?"
"Our main force simply can't get in... The current situation is too chaotic."
"What about the people from Judgement Place?"
"One Ice Angel was forced to retreat, and now—"
The white-haired youth didn't get to finish his sentence when suddenly a piercing screech came from the sky, and wave after wave of invisible ripples spread out like a flood in all directions.
At that instant,
the signal was blocked again.
The white-haired youth reached out his hand, and with a "buzz," a Light Shield materialized in front of him, dissolving the shockwave.
He didn't feel triumphant.
Instead, his pupils contracted.
"It's a Ninth Rank!!!"
A Ninth Rank Strongman had arrived!
The white-haired youth's heart trembled.
He was just relieved that he hadn't been stubborn before but had led his people back to the edge of the battlefield, for the lethality of the previous blast was enough to kill him on the spot.
