Seven thousand years flashed by in the blink of an eye.
A six-person Samsara Squad suddenly appeared in a dim tavern booth.
Though it was a tavern, the place was unusually quiet, lacking the usual clamor.
The moment the six Samsara Practitioners appeared, they immediately received a message issued by the Chief God:
"Samsara Squad confrontation mission;" "Enemy Samsara Squad codename: 'Sikong,' 8/8 members;" "The ancient Troll God king has reached the twilight of his years, while Laville, a Troll Prince of the new generation, has seen through the Troll God king's outward weakness. Today, he has decided to formally lead his troops against the Troll God king and seize his throne;" "Mission objective: Assist Troll Prince Laville in defeating the Troll God king;" "Mission reward upon completion: 5,000 Points;" "Mission failure: Deduct 10,000 Points. If Points are insufficient, items will automatically be reclaimed and converted into Points as compensation. If Points remain insufficient, execution;" "Current identity: A subordinate in Troll Prince Laville's third echelon;" "In ten minutes, the safe zone will open and the mission will officially begin;" ...
The expressions of the six Samsara Practitioners changed at once, and they immediately gathered together to analyze the situation.
A short-haired woman dressed in black toyed with a small knife in her hand, her expression grave as she said, "This is bad. I didn't expect this mission to be the highest-difficulty Samsara Squad confrontation mission. Worse still, this is a native-world mission, not one of the movie worlds we know. We know nothing about how the plot will develop or what the final outcome will be."
A crew-cut man frowned, seemingly flipping rapidly through information as he muttered, "Does anyone know anything about the Sikong Squad? I've heard their name before, but I don't know much about them.