Spare Us, Sir

The Allied Forces were wiped out in an instant.

Aside from fewer than a thousand people whom Su Hao and the other two had deliberately spared, everyone else lay on the ground, reduced to cold corpses.

The destruction had come so quickly that no one had time to react.

As reflected in Zhi Peng's experience: the first messenger reported, "Report, Brother Zhi Peng! One hundred thousand Allied Forces, divided into ten major legions, have simultaneously launched attacks on our ten cities."

Before his words had even faded, a second messenger rushed in from outside. "Report, Brother Zhi Peng! Massive booms have come from the Allied Forces legions' direction. A battle is suspected to have broken out."

Before Zhi Peng could react, a third messenger ran in. "Report, Brother Zhi Peng! It has been confirmed that the ten Allied Forces legions have been destroyed. They have been almost completely wiped out."

Zhi Peng: "..."

It was not only Zhi Peng who was dumbfounded. Even the Fifth-Level Friends, each possessed of peerless strategic minds, who had attended the staff meeting with him were dumbfounded.

What the hell was this? Could battle reports be submitted this randomly?...

Those Allied Forces Mages who had survived by outrageous luck were now panicked and at a loss.

Most stood blankly where they were, staring at the swathes of fallen comrades, still unable to grasp what had happened.

"Were we attacked just now? And... wiped out?"

No matter how they thought about it, it made no sense! They sorted through their chaotic thoughts again and again, until they finally confirmed one thing: their teammates were almost all dead, while they themselves were still alive.

"I'm fucking invincible!"

Allied Forces Rear Command.

"Still no contact with the ten legions?"

The Allied Forces required the legions to contact Rear