True Lord Qingshui was like an ant on a hot pan as he watched more and more red warnings appear over the safe zones on the monitoring screens.
Bad news poured in from everywhere. True Lords were being wounded under the encirclement of Heaven-tier Mutant Beasts, yet he could no longer spare even a single person. Apart from the Black Armored Guards, he had already deployed every force at his disposal.
Still, he could barely affect the course of the battle. The Beast Tide was too vast, its numbers too great.
Only now did he finally understand why the sect wanted to withdraw.
The boundless Mist Sea concealed far too many Mutant Beasts. Heaven-tier Mutant Beasts surged out as though they cost nothing.
As he watched the hundred-plus safe cities of the Red Rock Continent fill the screens with glaring red and listened to one desperate, despairing plea for aid after another, he nearly lost all hope.
"Zhenyue, I'm begging you. Your Black Armored Guards are all we have left." Qingshui looked at True Lord Zhenyue, pleading in his eyes. "I'm not asking for much. Give me half your men. Just half. If anything happens, I'll beg the Sect Master for forgiveness!"
Zhenyue watched the battles unfolding across the screens, conflict in his eyes, but finally gritted his teeth and shook his head. "No! The Black Armored Guards are responsible for protecting the Sect Master's Manor and the Sect Master himself. They're all Galaxy City has left. If I redeploy them and something happens, I won't be able to answer to the Sect Master!"
"Why are you so pigheaded?"
Qingshui's eyes were bloodshot, his teeth clenched. He looked ready to lunge at Zhenyue and strangle him.
Zhenyue still shook his head firmly. "Qingshui, it's not that I won't help you.