Inside the Dawn Starship's command room, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.
Silard stood before the holographic projection, both hands braced against the console, his knuckles white from the force; on the display, points of light representing one Level 6 Liquid Metal Warrior after another were going dark.
"Seventh War Zone, Flowing Light Sword King Arus—killed in battle."
The staff officer's voice trembled.
"Thirteenth War Zone, Violet Lightning Spear King Hogar—killed in battle."
"Third War Zone, Frostblade Sword King Kaluo—killed in battle."
The two dark-red words, killed in battle, stabbed painfully into his eyes, making even his eyelids twitch.
"Enough!"
Silard whirled around and glared fixedly at the figure standing with his hands behind his back not far away.
"Lord Sangge! We can't keep going like this!"
His voice carried fury he could no longer suppress.
"Five Level 6 Warrior Kings have already died! Five! They are the Empire's elite, powerful warriors cultivated with countless resources! And now, they're being hunted down by that bastard one after another, while we... we're just watching?"
Sangge did not turn around.
With his back to everyone, he faced the viewport and gazed at the distant battlefield blazing into the heavens.
"Wait a little longer."
His voice was terrifyingly calm, cold as a merciless machine.
"Wait? How much longer are we supposed to wait?" Silard nearly roared. "Until he kills every last one of our Level 6 Warrior Kings? Lord Sangge, I understand how badly you want to capture Fang Mo, but if this continues, even if we catch him, our losses will..."
"I said, wait a little longer."
Sangge cut him off mercilessly.
His voice remained calm, but beneath that calm lay an authority powerful enough to crush everything.
Silard opened his mouth, but in the end, he said nothing.
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