Inside the Strategic Conference Hall of the West Fortress, the atmosphere was oppressive.
An enormous flock of flying demon beasts had attacked, and the Sky Eagles had turned against them, leaving the Beginner Mages and Intermediate Mages—the West Fortress's largest force and its main fighting strength—with no way to put their abilities to use.
Clearly, the West Fortress was already in grave danger across the lower and middle tiers of this invasion's battlefield.
Yet news that a monarch-level demon had joined the attack made the situation at the highest tier look just as grim.
Yun Feng, the Military Commander of the West Fortress, surveyed the Super Level mages present, then lowered his gaze to the strategic map on the table and said gravely:
"Everyone, if we want to resolve this crisis, we must drive back the Silver Dome Lord ourselves. Otherwise, the West Fortress won't survive the day."
As soon as Yun Feng finished, before any of Hangzhou's Super Level mages could speak, Zhu Meng spoke first.
"Wu Pingjing, prepare to face this beast with me."
Wu Pingjing nodded at first, then said hesitantly,
"Councilman, in this battle, the lower and middle tiers can't relieve any of the pressure from the Commander Level demon beasts. If this monarch-level demon is powerful and has many Commander Level guards with it, I'm afraid..."
Zhu Meng naturally understood what Wu Pingjing meant, but his eyes remained resolute as he answered without a trace of fear.
"Even so, we must fight. All the hidden dangers within Hangzhou have been eliminated. We no longer have anything to worry about behind us. The only thing we need to resolve now is the crisis at the West Fortress."
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