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Grizzly Hills.
Wind City.
Alan had just returned to the castle hall after a bloody battle, his armor still smeared with blood and flesh and not yet cleansed. The corrosion and pollution had damaged the relic level equipment in many places, causing the once-bright soul to become dim, and the spiritual energy exhausted.
After the night of stars and moons, the pus giant had become even more ferocious, increasing his pressure significantly.
At that moment, an orderly hurriedly ran from afar.
"Sir Alan!"
"Have they arrived?"
Alan drew his saber, focusing his mind as he awaited the call of the Space Waypoint.
But the soul-tearing sensation did not occur, and the orderly, gasping for breath, shouted, "Sir Alan, news from the Trident River Region! The Insect Queen is dead, the ant swarm has been annihilated, the Space Waypoint battle plan is canceled!"
Alan's tone held a hint of surprise, "Why? Did any of the Fire Sons go there?"
"No, no..."
The orderly panted heavily.
