As light flickered, figures descended into the eighth layer of space, and a cacophony of sounds erupted. The woman with long, purple waves of hair fell silent.
The relationships among the top-tier factions were intricate and complex; making a rash move could lead to an unfavorable position.
Dean Bruce looked around and noticed that everyone who had arrived at the eighth layer was from top-tier powers: the War God Temple, the Alchemist Guild, the Adventurer's Guild, and the Church of Light. Only the military had yet to arrive.
Upon seeing members of the Church of Light, Hannah Fields's expression shifted, and she swiftly floated over.
Nelson Paprik chuckled, "They've already arrived? Let's stick to the usual rule: let them spar among themselves to decide the ownership of the mat."
The leader of the War God Temple frowned and asked, "What about the military? Aren't we waiting for them?"
