"Damn..."
Fran's face suddenly changed dramatically as he stared intently at the tactical terminal, focusing on the message relayed back from it. After a moment, he finally looked up at Lin Que and Qin Tian.
"There is indeed a variable at the Demon Spirit's location."
At this moment, Fran's expression was grim, yet he did not appear overly tense; faced with Old Man Fran's emergency intelligence, everyone hastened to look at Fran.
"The Demon Spirit has dispatched the Soul Puppet Legion to launch an attack on the tiered battleground. They've already breached the defense line and charged into the heartland of the tiered battleground..."
"So now, those guys are right behind us?"
Lin Que frowned, seeming unable to comprehend why the originally foolproof defense line had been so easily breached.
In response, Fran simply took a deep breath, then pointed into the distance.
"Not behind us, but far behind us!"
