Saleen stared daggers at the Holy See's main forces who were situated more than five miles away, "That old man in a red robe is the leader of this army, right? If I can send the two grade-9 sorcerers to conduct an offensive, I would have led the experts around me to deal with that fellow already. A pity though, the grade-9 sorcerers will only guard western town, I cannot let them settle down in Metatrin City. In the future, Metatrin City will be dominated by Sregl Island."
Behind the main body of the expeditionary army was a team of five-thousand men. These five-thousand people were clad in black armor and they gave off a murderous aura. Saleen was very concerned about this five-thousand man team.
"The power of this team is similar to that of Lex's elite swordsman's camp. Other than the aspect of equipment, their offensive power might also rival that of Lex's swordsmen. There are a dozen high grade holy masters in this black-armored army."
