"This is an extremely terrifying force, enough to dominate the entire Skyreach Territory!"
Atlas Ashmount's voice was heavy, carrying unconcealed pressure.
"If the Blood Tavern and the Myriad Treasure Pavilion only have one Upper Supreme—the Blood Marquis—then this battle will be extremely difficult."
"Only one?" Ethan frowned slightly.
Then he spoke calmly, "Neither the Myriad Treasure Pavilion nor my Blood Tavern are fools. Since the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets has transferred people, we will naturally have reinforcements as well."
"If the situation were truly critical, I would have received news long ago."
"…."
Atlas Ashmount fell silent, still unable to completely relax.
Ethan's reasoning was sound.
But what if the Blood Tavern and the Myriad Treasure Pavilion failed to respond in time?
What if the enemy acted faster than expected?
With just Ethan, the Blood Marquis, and himself, how could they contend with nearly twenty Supreme-level experts?
