Because her time—or rather, her opportunities—were indeed running out.
"Are you part of some organization right now?"
"Yes. Please forgive me, but I cannot reveal the organization's name to you."
"Mm." F5100 nodded decisively.
Still too inexperienced. If they wanted to know, they could divine it from that sentence alone.
"Call all your helpers over. Soon, powerful fighters will strike at the enemy's leader. Our job is to deal with most of the Black Iron Rank enemies and Hidden Ones."
"How many people do you have on your side?" The man was somewhat worried about her strength.
"A great many. Don't overthink it. We wouldn't act if we weren't confident." F5100 put on a very confident appearance.
The man quickly called over his people. There were seven in total.
Including himself, there were two Black Iron Rank fighters.
That was quite decent combat strength, so long as they were not participating in a battle of this level.
In truth, Ye Qian had genuinely come to feel the disparity between people in this world.
Back then, even ordinary Hidden Ones felt that Black Iron Rank Transcendents were insurmountable. In all of Konghai City, even within the Shadow Bureau, there had only been one or two Black Iron Rank fighters.
Yet before she knew it, Black Iron Rank fighters had become little different from cannon fodder to her.
The numbers really were immense.
At this moment, many Black Iron Rank fighters she knew, mixed within their respective circles, could likewise feel their own insignificance.
They would feel that after struggling so hard to reach the Black Iron realm, they had turned out to be so ordinary. There were still so many people in this world who had reached the same level. Even higher above were existences known as Mithril Rank, whose pressure