In the Divine Assembly, strength reigned supreme. All its senior administrators were Tier 3 Superhumans.
The lesser leaders who worked for them were Tier 2 Superhumans with outstanding accomplishments. They formed the middle management, and Xing Lingmin had once belonged to their ranks.
At that moment, the Divine Assembly's senior members stood on the headquarters roof. There were not many of them left.
After all, nineteen Tier 3 Superhumans had already been sent out.
Only the hooded Murata and five subordinates remained up there.
One was an advanced Tier 3 Superhuman, the same rank as the deceased Ibe. The other four were intermediate Tier 3 Superhumans.
They were the Divine Assembly's very strongest force.
West Surface Island was vast, and its only city had no shortage of land, so no high-rises had been built. The tallest building was the six-story Divine Assembly Headquarters.
Murata and the other five looked toward the city's outskirts with nothing obstructing their view. Tier 3 Superhumans' eyes were like telescopes; even from over ten kilometers away, they could still make out the general situation.
Fierce fighting had broken out on every side.
Colonel Tanaka from the laboratory stroked the mustache above his upper lip. "There shouldn't be any problems with this plan. They can't possibly have defenses ready along every wall. The west still hasn't fallen after all this time, so it looks like our purple warriors have drawn most of their forces over there. The other three sides will surely sweep through and capture their people. Unfortunately... we don't have equipment that can maintain communications during Special Ability Users' battles, or we could hear their reports."
A dwarf Superhuman said, "Tanaka, don't celebrate too soon. Those crafty Chinese have Spatial Teleportation. If they pull their main forces away from the west to reinforce the