"Ha ha, do you think the Medicine God Valley is weak in combat power? But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed; those 200,000 from the Yanhuang Department are already disabled, anyone can go."
George sneered dismissively.
Then.
He said to Qingyang Taoist of Medicine God Valley, "You heard it too. To take the seat of Alliance Hierarch, feel free to send ten or twenty thousand people."
"Yes, yes..."
Qingyang Taoist bowed humbly and stepped back.
...
Black Mountain Grand Canyon, Yanhuang Department Camp.
The entire camp was already in ruins.
All the temporary houses and tents built were in complete disrepair.
Even the most important meeting center was a broken ruin, its facilities turned into a pile of garbage.
The defense towers arranged everywhere were either toppled or broken halfway down.
On the ground, 200,000 people lay scattered, each looking exhausted and on the brink of death.
"It's over, really over..."
