Mountain of the Dead, within a densely forested canyon.
Three Sky Battleships hovered in midair. After glancing at the players who had all been wiped out, the middle-aged Bloodstripe Race man playing with marbles simply beckoned with one hand.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
The pitch-black marbles that had originally shot out seemed to have received a summons. They swiftly flew from the craters they had blasted open and landed one after another in the middle-aged Bloodstripe Race man's hand, as if they possessed lives of their own.
The middle-aged Bloodstripe Race man then put away the marbles, turned, and flew directly toward the central Sky Battleship.
Inside the Sky Battleship's command cabin.
As the middle-aged Bloodstripe Race man entered the cabin, ten men and women whose blood vitality had clearly reached the Blood Condensation Realm were seated inside. At their head sat a burly elderly Bloodstripe Race man more than four meters tall, his blood vitality as deep as an abyss and as vast as the sea, a pitch-black helmet covering his head.
This burly old man was none other than Rhine Manster, the famed commander of the Dragon Slaying Corps across the Four Regions.
"Commander, the Obsidian Martial Arts Hall people have been dealt with." The middle-aged Bloodstripe Race man looked at Rhine Manster at the head of the room and spoke with utmost respect.
"Good. Inform the other two ships. Deploy more flying scout vehicles, continue expanding the search of this area, and make sure there are no more Obsidian Martial Arts Hall people here before we advance." Rhine Manster nodded, then waved a hand to dismiss the middle-aged man.
"Yes!" The middle-aged man immediately bowed and left the cabin.
Only after the middle-aged man holding the marbles had departed did the White Masked Youth, who had been standing