In the dead of night.
Gu Qing was running gleefully.
Zhao Chi, comfortably situated inside her body, was looking over his purchased items. Everything was perfect.
But just then, the System suddenly broadcasted an emergency clan communication notice.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
There was no specific caller; it was a public broadcast.
Zhao Chi quickly accepted the call.
An old, weary voice came through.
It was the voice of the Clan Leader, Zhao Shizhang:
[This is Zhao Shizhang. I am now requesting support from the entire clan.]
[While I was fighting a Tier Nine Magical Beast, several others unexpectedly underwent a temporary promotion. My territory is now overrun with more than ten Hellhounds.]
[I cannot hold them off alone. I request that everyone in the clan provide support. I have already partitioned the battlefield, so anyone can enter regardless of their strength.]
