"Damned Crossbridge Empire!"
Silas's face changed drastically.
The two semi-Sage Masters were the cornerstone of Olympian God Mountain!
Once they fall completely, and without the peak experts capable of wielding the Olympian Divine Sword, how long can they withstand the Crossbridge Empire, relying only on the God Mountain's protective magic array and the supreme illusory figure?
Will they be able to hold out until the Peace Committee truly intervenes?
With this thought in mind, Silas could no longer watch such an irreparable loss unfold.
He soared into the sky, his massive golden dragon let out a long howl, slowly merging with his body.
"Olympian God Mountain's citizens, come, assist me in battle!!!"
Silas's voice carried the immense force of the nation's might, sweeping across the entire God Mountain domain.
He was about to mobilize the supreme national power of Olympian God Mountain!
