Millions of miles away.
America.
The atmosphere within the Black Palace was grim, as though heavy storm clouds hung over everyone's heads.
The heads of Pioneer Organizations from every continent in America sat around a round table. Though they often had internal conflicts, presenting a united front at such a critical moment was a consensus they had long reached.
"Xia Kingdom has become far too arrogant! They actually killed our Lords one after another, treating us with utter contempt! More importantly, those two Lords possessed the power of three entire Thrones!"
The A Continent Pioneer leader revealed a fact without any hesitation—the Wind Lord of Korea had been killed by them.
But Korea did not know about this, or rather, even if it did, it would not dare say anything. Korea had always followed America's lead. Even if America took a dump, they would respectfully catch it.
"So what if they killed them? You didn't see how tough Xia Kingdom's attitude was when we went to question them. They even demanded that we produce entry documents for those two Lords, otherwise we were slandering them! Fuck!"
The Pioneer leader from C Continent flew into a rage.
Damn it.
Who the hell kept records when sneaking across the border?
Clearly, the Lord of Strength and the Lord of Mist came from those two continents respectively, which was why the Pioneer Organization leaders of those continents were especially furious. The leaders of the other continents merely stared at the ceiling in a daze, looking utterly unconcerned.
They had never gotten along internally.
"That's enough. We can close the door and settle our internal national issues ourselves, but we must remain united against outsiders." The black man seated at the head of the table spoke. He held the highest status among them and