Everyone was filled with righteous indignation, as they were now cornered with no way out. Throughout Europe, no matter how deep they tried to hide, the enemy could find them. Even if they burrowed underground, the enemy could dig them out.
No retreat? What should they do then?
Those people were clearly intent on directly eliminating the Wind God Hall, eager to remove them without even considering surrender.
Therefore, there's only one path left: a battle!
Even if the Wind God Hall is like an ant trying to block a cart, they have no choice but to stand their ground!
Once the decision to fight was made, everyone immediately sprang into action. After all, according to the intelligence received, the enemy was arriving imminently.
Immediately, everyone began setting up battle tactics, with each person putting forth their utmost effort.
"Poison Emperor, do you have any materials left?"
The Poison Emperor nodded, his face gloomy, the green toxins on him becoming more intense.
