Within the main hall of the Dragon Alliance Sanctum's meeting room, the atmosphere was tense and heavy, reflecting the resolute yet slightly worried faces.
Though battle intention surged like tides, it couldn't conceal the weight of reality — the imminent three wars, especially the one requiring a showdown between top experts, loomed over everyone's hearts like a giant stone.
"Alliance Hierarch, the battle challenge from the Blood Soul Hall has arrived. Everyone in our Dragon Alliance is eager, vowing to defend our honor." A legion commander stood up, his voice carrying both determination and concern.
Lin Zhenyue, the master of the Dragon Alliance, sat in the main seat, his demeanor calm and his gaze profound.
He nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping over everyone, finally settling on a corner.
There, Lin Dong stood quietly, a glimmer in his eyes unknown to others.
"In the three wars, my battle and the group battle need no more words."
