"What should we do?"
Nine Nether's beautiful eyes looked towards Mu Chen, who looked distraught. It was clear that the two had lost their calm, due to their having received the sudden distress signal.
The nine Lords, who were under the command of the Daluo Territory, had nine armies in all. Thus, they constituted the backbone of the Daluo Territory. If they lost one of these armies, it would certainly weaken their strength.
As the present Great Hunting War was extremely cruel, in order to survive, it was a must to preserve every force, at least as much as possible. Thus, when Mu Chen and Nine Nether saw that, within the first day of the Great Hunting War, a Lord-ranked army had already found themselves in a desperate situation, it came as a shock to them.
