The big screen switched to a new image.
Outside Golden Sand City, General Sean Augustus was floating in mid-air, maintaining a huge Blood Cultivation Realm that covered the whole city.
But his body was shaking violently. His face was as pale as paper, with blood running from his seven orifices. His skin was cracked, and the light of the magic array he was using to keep the realm up flickered on and off. It was clear he was at his limit.
This General Sean, known for his strong defense, had been pushing himself far beyond his limits for too long.
At the same time, the satellite view showed a clear sign of life energy deep underground. They were about to climb out of the pit and rush to the surface.
"We have to move out now. There's no time left," Logan said, his voice calm but firm, leaving no room for argument.
