"Your Excellency Xiu Yi, how is Lu PingAn doing? Is he safe?"
As the main force entered the New World, Lady Lin High-Level's governing body joined as scheduled.
This time, most of the high-level members chose to participate in this War Game. Their interests were already deeply bound to Mercury 42 and Earth. How could they possibly retreat at a time like this?
Just the day before yesterday, when they learned that Lu PingAn's avatar had become a local warlord and infiltrated this world, they were surprised but not doubtful. That young man had given them far too many surprises—even scares. No one would underestimate someone destined to ascend to "greatness."
But right now, he was still only Tier 7, a Tier 7 who had only recently advanced.
"His avatar should be no higher than Tier 6, right? Should we deploy some high-tier Fishmen to infiltrate his army and lend him a hand? Perhaps we should speed things up to coordinate from within and without."
Without high-level combat power, everything was exceedingly difficult. Someone put forward this suggestion.
The frontal battlefield had already run into considerable trouble. This world's resistance was fierce, and the arrival of quasi-god-level creatures posed an enormous threat to the New Kingdom.
No one underestimated a world's resistance, its quasi-gods, and its Tier 8s. They were somewhat worried that their little brother's precious chess piece might carelessly fall here.
Xiu Yi pondered for a moment before speaking.
"As for his situation... it is indeed rather delicate. Judging from how things are developing, we do need to speed up our progress a little."
Her words instantly stirred up a massive uproar, and many immediately voiced their concerns.
"As expected. Blending in among those savage Fishmen alone—even if he can keep his identity hidden—must be terribly stifling and