War Headquarters.
In the war hall, generals from Tai Long Guard, Golden Armor, Silver Armor, and Cyan Armor, along with military advisors and other figures, all the leaders from the Half-Steep Star Domain gathered here.
The Purple Armor Marshal stood above the hall, his brows tightly knitted, while a silence pervaded below, and everyone wore a worried expression.
"Marshal, should we give the order?" The elder holding a scepter approached; he was the military advisor of the National Guard of the Half-Steep Star Domain, only at the White Hole Level in strength, but having assisted the Purple Armor Marshal for tens of millions of years, his status in everyone's mind was on par with the Purple Armor Marshal.
"Heshi, is there no way?" The Purple Armor Marshal looked at the elder with a hopeful gaze.
