Emery broke out in a cold sweat the moment when he returned to his reverie.
He looked toward the glowing orb with a mixed feeling. Emery was fully aware that what he had just seen was not an illusion, but it was what was currently going on in the sacred mountain.
Given these circumstances, Emery only had one thing in mind: it was only a matter of time before the powerful stage 7 creatures would arrive at the base.
Emery could not help but tremble. It was undeniable that this impending threat could kill all the acolytes in the blink of an eye if they were unable to find a way to survive.
At the time being, he had a bunch of questions that raced through his head.
Would the monster be able to be defeated by an army of three hundreds acolytes?
How many people would be killed because of this?
What about the 3 million survivors?
