The sound of thunderstorms echoed, one after another.
Che Pure and a group of masters hid hundreds of meters underground in the bunker, tensely watching the battle in the sky through cameras hidden in concealed locations.
The expressions of the three Titled Strongmen grew increasingly grave, and one of them could no longer sit still.
"No, I have to go out and join the battle."
"No, our mission is to guard the Evil Spirit's physical body."
"Look at the situation now, will you? If Emperor Bai and the others are defeated, can we still guard it?"
"Even if we go up, what can we do? Can we join the battle? Don't just look at Greedy Wolf and Princess Mingyu being able to fight; they are Titled Strongmen, but is their combat strength on the same level as ours now?"
This question was very realistic. The Titled Strongman who advocated for joining the battle looked up at the battlefield and ultimately sat down again, powerless.
BOOM—
