"I don't think it's feasible to rashly send people over there."
In the meeting room, during the preliminary discussion of how to "go down to Hell" and how to strike at the Devils within Hell, the Association President was the first to speak, setting the overall direction.
In truth, among spellcasters, acting cautiously and preparing thoroughly in advance was the more common habit. After all, they were a group that primarily developed their intellect.
The Space Maintenance Department's style was the minority among minorities.
An especially unusual kind of minority.
Jia Xiu had likely dealt with the Space Maintenance Department too often. No one in the entire Association worked with them more than he did, which had caused him to develop a slight misunderstanding of Association spellcasters, thinking reckless brutes were the mainstream.
This left him somewhat surprised when he saw the President voice his opinion and everyone present agree with it.
So no one wanted to rush down to Hell before gathering clear intelligence, then passionately wrestle Devils hand-to-hand.
That was perfectly reasonable. In fact, none of the armies across the entire Mainland Plane had experience fighting away from home turf.
Whether they were battles among themselves or battles against the Devil Race, they had all taken place on the Mainland Plane. They were familiar enough with the terrain here, and resource supplies were much more convenient as well.
The only groups with experience fighting on other planes were those early adventurers. Few of them were still alive now. Too many years had passed, and not everyone could extend their lifespan to Master Larven's level.
Given the Mainland Plane's current situation, the only group whose entire roster had truly visited another plane and experienced combat was probably the Jia Xiu Squad—a team nominally dedicated to research, yet one that