Internal Strife

The representatives of the hundred countries couldn't help but look over. In their hearts, they were faintly guessing how many supreme pinnacles their commander had brought along with him.

"Not many, only about 80 people," Braydon Neal chuckled lightly.

"That's not many… How many?"

Martin Lovett's eyes widened.

The corner of Haven Downing's mouth twitched slightly, and he was speechless for a long time.

He was a little confused. What was his master trying to do?

They had brought nearly a hundred supreme pinnacles in one go. This luxurious lineup was enough to break through the Alpha Empire.

The Alpha Empire's high-level pinnacles were mostly at the South Pole.

What does King Braydon want to do?

Jaziel Sherman jumped in fright, feeling that his commander did not have good intentions.

"Will the Ten Great Empires behind you agree to take out nearly 90 spots in one go?" Braydon asked softly.