As for Calon, the genius Spirit Interpreter and Lu Yin's classmate, he had already reached the one-star Control Intermediate level. Unfortunately, because he was stationed in the Iron Blood Territory, he was little known. Otherwise, he could have completed the Five Elites of Inner Universe Spirit Interpreters.
"Brother Lin, are we really leaving? This is the Iron Blood Territory." Calon gave a bitter smile. He had matured a great deal since their student days.
A desolate look flashed through Lin Le's eyes. "Let's go. Don't overthink it. Just follow orders."
Calon sighed. "What's the reason for leaving? I can practically smell those beasts' disgusting stench. Once we're gone, what will happen to the ordinary people outside the territory?"
"Don't worry. I asked around. Glory Hall made arrangements long ago. They'll be fine," Lin Le said.
Calon gave a bitter laugh. "So they've reached an agreement. How ridiculous. We risk our lives on the battlefield—do those bigwigs even notice? Did they ask us before reaching their agreement?"
Lin Le gazed into the distance. It wasn't just Calon; everyone guarding the fortress was confused and bewildered. Why were they retreating? This was the Iron Blood Territory. Once they left, who would protect the Outer Universe?
The people in the Iron Blood Territory knew little about what was happening beyond it, for fear of harming morale. They didn't know that the Sixth Continent was about to take complete control of the Outer Universe.
Calon and the others were the last to withdraw. Looking back at Broken Blade Fortress, they remembered how many heroes' bones lay buried there, both the dead and the living. Everyone had worked hard to keep the fortress from falling. And now, they were the ones choosing to abandon it.
Behind Broken Blade Fortress, countless dark silhouettes appeared. They were