Meanwhile, on a grassy rise outside Hula City, several jeeps were parked haphazardly.
Someone stood atop one of the vehicles, binoculars in hand, gazing toward the city in the distance, where thick smoke rose beneath the night sky.
"It seems the Patrol Division is still very strong. We are still no match for them," said an Old Man in a long robe, holding binoculars.
"Actually, we have already driven back several of their forces. In terms of average strength, we are beginning to surpass them," another person said indifferently.
"Yes, only their top-tier combat power remains above ours now. What a pity. We put so much effort into recruiting them, yet those top experts still refuse to join us."
"Hmph, that is because the Patrol Division still has enough resources to attract them. I refuse to believe they are truly selfless. It is only because what we offer is not good enough."
As the group spoke, someone soon came over and issued an order.
"Everyone, withdraw. Head for the next foothold."
"What if they pursue us?"
"Don't worry. The next foothold is well hidden. They will not be able to get in."
Under cover of night, the several jeeps sped away, leaving a field of sin scattered across the emerald grassland.
After breaking the so-called Hula City, Wenren Sheng and the others' puppets received orders to retreat for the time being.
The order was somewhat strange. Should they not press their advantage and level the courtyard and sweep the caves? However, Wenren Sheng did not care much about that and directly had his puppets follow the team away.
Only halfway through the journey did they receive the news. Intelligence from an insider revealed that the Sole Supremacy Society possessed a miraculous item of extraordinary power and had long since