Inside the teleportation hall of the God-Demon Battlefield, the arrival of five hundred and seventy Tier 2 Warriors instantly threw the once orderly hall into chaos.
The teleportation crystals throughout the hall hummed continuously. There had originally only been occasional small squads or rotations of a dozen people, but such a massive group appearing so suddenly immediately drew countless sidelong glances and hushed discussions.
What puzzled people even more was that this enormous team's garrison assignment had clearly not yet ended, yet they had all returned at once. It was far too abnormal.
"Stop." A legendary warrior clad in heavy golden armor blocked their path. He was in charge of the teleportation hall, and the pressure emanating from him made hearts tighten.
He said coldly, "My apologies, but if you insist on leaving now, you must pay an early withdrawal fee of twenty-five Tier 2 Black Magic Crystals per person."
The surrounding crowd erupted in an uproar, secretly drawing sharp breaths.
Five hundred and seventy people meant more than ten thousand Tier 2 Black Magic Crystals in total! That was no small sum.
Ang quickly calculated the cost in his mind, but his expression remained calm.
There was no way he could produce such an enormous amount.
After a brief silence, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.
"It seems..." Ang slowly said, his voice quiet but clear enough for everyone to hear, "we can only force our way through."
The moment he finished speaking, the oppressive atmosphere suddenly changed, and the air around them seemed to freeze solid.
Ang's domain instantly spread out. An invisible force rippled outward, forming a heavy force field that directly enveloped the approaching guards.
The guards who had been about to step forward to stop him suddenly found their footsteps unbearably heavy