Wang Wen was also one of the few people in the Iron Blood Territory who had the chance to meet Elder Ruohua of the Glory Hall.
Wang Wen was a must-kill target for the Starry Sky Giant Beasts. The more fiercely the Giant Beast Starfield wanted him dead, the more fiercely the Iron Blood Territory protected him. The Flying General had once said, "I can die, but Wang Wen cannot."
"Those Spirit Interpreters are relying on their privileges and refusing to come. I've already issued a warning: if they refuse the summons, they'll be charged with treason." Wang Wen spoke calmly, as if punishing the privileged Spirit Interpreter Research Association were no different from punishing an ordinary person.
The Flying General said gravely, "The Spirit Interpreter Research Association is also an organization under the Glory Hall. They've used that status to refuse the Iron Blood Territory's summons many times before. Now that the Inner and Outer Universes are cut off from each other, no one is there to speak for them. If they dare refuse the summons again, ask Elder Ruohua to step in."
Wang Wen nodded. "That's right. The higher a person's status, the more they tend to value their life." As he spoke, he idly flipped through the Iron Blood Points rankings, his gaze shifting constantly. Whatever he did, he was always thinking. His plans often let him anticipate the enemy's moves, something the Giant Beast Starfield understood better than anyone.
No matter what level the experts reinforcing the Iron Blood Territory were, in Wang Wen's eyes they were all pieces on a board—pieces to use against the Giant Beast Starfield. Autumn Rain Night King and the others were no exception. Their assignments had come from him.
"Lu Yin is quite interesting. He killed three Enlightenment Realm experts.