50 years

"Sancher is dead. The soul slaves are gone. The line of defense has been broken!"

In a room in the Holy tower headquarters far away.

The room wasn't big, and the windows and doors were closed. The windows were covered, and the alchemy lamp was turned off, making the room very dark. In this dark room, a man was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

His eyes were dazed as he looked ahead without moving, and there was a scattered document beside his hand!

"It's done for!" Situ just kept muttering.

It lasted for a full ten minutes before his gaze slowly recovered, but he was still sad.

He could not understand how this could happen.

"tens of thousands of magical beasts were scattered and didn't react in time, but dozens of third-circle magical beasts and even the warlocks were all killed. They didn't even have time to escape!" At this moment, Situ was on the verge of a mental breakdown!