"Now for our tough battle!"
"The Dragon Race must be putting immense pressure on the Blood Race. Otherwise, our Power wouldn't be suppressed to this degree."
High above the southern lands of the Adams Empire, five Saint Tier Players gazed solemnly at the sky, where the blood moon hung.
Their expressions were grave, and they were anxiously awaiting 'support from the True Game'.
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"Other than the Dragon Race, who else could have pushed this world this far?"
"This level of large-scale suppression, especially one outside the rules that affects even beings at the Demigod Tier and above—I refuse to believe there isn't a price to pay."
"Regardless, our strength has been weakened by nearly three Tiers. We might even struggle against High Tier members of the Blood Race."
