The leaders of the various forces gathered here couldn't help but talk, constantly mentioning the Godslayer Staff and the Supreme Order in their conversations.
In their eyes, Owen's talent might be decent, and perhaps his terrifying combat power could stir up such a storm in Middle Earth, but the main reason for his dominance still lay in the power of these two treasures.
If they could acquire them, they were certain they would outshine Owen.
To have these items in Owen's possession was simply a waste of such precious resources.
At that moment, Owen ignored their taunts and exchanged a glance with Leslie, silently calculating the time it would take for the bronze teleportation gate to fully activate.
Five minutes!
It would take five more minutes for the gate to open completely.
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