"Sir, the Guardian Deity has fled!" someone reported inside a sealed, quiet room.
The room remained silent for a long time. As the person who had spoken realized that his report hadn't been clear enough, a faint voice said, "Got it."
The man in the Sky High Military uniform felt sweat form on his forehead. He had followed that man for many years, so he could sense the immense pressure that came along with those two words.
The man was very uncomfortable!
In an underground chamber 36 floors below the heart of Shen'du, a tall, reliable-looking old man was watching a screen silently.
A skinny man was sitting beside him quietly with a reverent expression.
"Was the Guardian Deity's defeat justified this time, Old Yuan?" the old man asked weakly as he shifted his gaze away from the big electronic screen.