Galaxy City's council hall was steeped in a grave atmosphere.
Yun He and Clear Water sat at the head table, both looking somewhat weary. Three days of Beast Tide—material allocation, personnel deployment, battlefield support, and every other matter piled atop them—had left even True Lords' energy severely drained.
"Have the Evil beings set their sights on us?"
True Lord Houtu was the first to speak, his face full of indignation. "We already abandoned the entire Ancient Realm and withdrew to the Red Rock Continent, yet they still won't let go? From the reports sent back by the other continents, their Beast Tide is far weaker than ours!"
"Because the Evil beings know that we pose the greatest threat to them."
True Lord Huolian leaned against his chair, lacking his usual aggressive aura. He had held the line at Near Mountain City for three days and fought two Heaven-tier Mutant Beasts in a bloody battle. Had other True Lords not come to his aid later, he likely would not have been sitting here now.
True Lord Duanfeng said coldly, "So what if they are targeting us? I refuse to believe these Mutant Beasts can't be slaughtered to the last, cut down to the end."
"It isn't that simple!"
Huolian raised his eyes to look at him, his tone unusually grave.
"Junior Brother Fang once warned us that the Mutant Beasts might have Void Insight-stage existences, yet none have appeared so far. I suspect they have some scheme... Perhaps they are merely wearing down our strength, or lulling us into complacency."
Yun He took over, his voice steady yet carrying hidden concern:
"This is precisely what I wanted to remind everyone of. In the earlier battles, the addition of technological weapons made defense much easier. But after three days, our energy and