Pillar of Yita

”But he is not wearing the battle robe of Silver Weslan; moreover, the people of Silver Weslan have already greeted us. You know their character; they would not go back on their word.”

Guizhou watched the scene, gritting his teeth.

”I think I recognize that guy…” Just then, a faint voice suddenly spoke up in the hall. Everyone turned their heads to see that the speaker was a Gunslinger Invoker, a figure who usually went unnoticed in the guild.

Guizhou also glanced at him, and then barely remembered that this person had once participated in his first command operation. He had always harbored a grudge about the failure of that operation, but his expression softened slightly for the old man who had once followed him and asked,

”Do you know him?”

The person was about to speak.

Just at that moment, the communication crystals of everyone in the hall lit up simultaneously, and almost everyone’s face changed—this was the emergency channel. Could something significant have happened? Everyone performed the same action: they picked up the crystals and then activated the Summoners System.

And at the next moment, everyone saw a line of text appear before their eyes:

Kaka: ”I recognize him.”

Kaka: ”Catch him, that’s the Combat Artisan from Morning Dawn Star.”

Kaka: ”Find a way to get him to join us, Guzhou.”

Guzhou suddenly looked up, his gaze incredulous as he stared at the silverlight within the ruins. He turned back just in time to see that everyone was looking at him.

Here, nearly everyone was a member of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team Elite Corps; they naturally knew what the critical focus of the guild was at this moment.

Guzhou nodded as if old grievances and new hatred surged in his heart at once. He raised his hand and said softly, ”All units, prepare to move. Plan change, apply for action authorization from the guild headquarters.”

Everyone promptly stood up and walked outside the pyramid.

”Fire—!”

The Ranger Captain, who had been staring up into the sky, suddenly shouted with red eyes.

A flurry of bowstrings sounded, and a dense shower of arrows soared into the sky.

But Fang Hong merely tilted his head at these ’adorable’ rangers below, saluted them, and then raised his left hand. His Rocket Fist shot out, striking another side of the pyramid that had been bombarded by the Fire Giant.

Then, like a nimble flea, he twisted in mid-air and instantly flew toward another side of the pyramid, once again turning to dodge the incoming arrows.

At the same time, Fang Hong skimmed low over the surface of the pyramid, dragging behind him a long cable, causing all members of the Jiefulite Red Cloak Team to retreat hastily, swept off their feet in unison.

He looked up to see an enraged Halberd Knight of no small level ahead, gripping his war halberd and leaping towards him. But Fang Hong merely fired his right-hand Rocket Fist from left to right.

And sent the man flying out of the mid-air.

The people of Rain Listener turned their heads back to look at Grant, their eyes filled with admiration. When Grant had initially told them that Fang Hong was likely a top genius sent by Elite from the second world to train, they had some doubts.

Although almost everyone thought Fang Hong might be somehow connected to Elite, the disparity between the first-world Elite and the second-world Elite was significant, similar to Princess Sophie of Silver Weslan, groomed as a top newcomer in the first world. Although she was strong, she was still within their understanding.

But at that moment, these people finally realized, genuinely impressed, thinking to themselves that the Vice Chairman indeed had prophetic vision. A Combat Artisan with combat power of this magnitude? If he was not a member of the second world Elite’s Youth Training Team, then what was he?

In fact, the top-level U18 matches they had seen in the Super Competitive League were only about this level of fighting among the top geniuses.

Although Grant felt somewhat proud of his discernment, he was not overly smug. He glanced at the nearby Lonely White Field, seeing the latter lost in thought as he watched Fang Hong in mid-air, his eyes carrying a hint of longing.

Grant shook his head, not knowing what the other had noticed.

He then shouted to the others who were still dazed, ”What are you waiting for? The opportunity is here, quick, send all our reserves in!” He paused, looked around, and then said earnestly:

”Our success or failure rests on this. Whether Rain Listener survives or perishes, its future is in your hands at this moment!”

Everyone was solemn at once.

This guild might have its issues, even scandals like high-ranking officers absconding with funds, and its future seemed bleak, as if it could fall apart at any moment. But for every person in this guild, their hearts still held those unchanging feelings for this power they belonged to, for the past, and for their friends.

Although Grant’s words were unremarkable, they ignited a fiery passion in everyone’s hearts. Even if the path ahead was dim and bleak, at this moment, they still had the strength to fight.

All of them raised their weapons, shouting together in a roar.

This roar swept across the battlefield, causing the people of the Blood Oath Alliance to stop in their tracks, not understanding what had happened ahead. But suddenly, they found that the familiar old rivals, the listeners of Rain Listener, seemed to have transformed.