469 Gang Fight: Part 2

At the edge of a pit, on open ground near the battlefield, as the air suddenly distorted for a moment, a group of men and women, young and old in various attires, appeared at once on the battlefield. 

Some of these people seemed to have just come out from their homes with their sleep gowns still on, some in a racing suit with a helmet, some looking confused with a turner in their hands.

"This is the place…" A young man, handsome, draped in a white cloak, looked up from among the crowd at Faldt in midair.

"I can't believe it. We have arrived at this place so quickly from the border!" The one holding a turner looked stunned.

"It was just fixed-location teleportation," an old voice spoke into everyone's ears.

"Now, Faldt is right there ahead. Dear all holders of the Sacred Vessel of Destiny, it's your decision and action now. The fate is in your hands!"