Two days later.
At the American base.
"Have you found the entrance to the Secret Realm?"
Pierre was originally contemplating how to extricate himself from the matter of the Cold Abyss God when he unexpectedly received a message.
He looked pleased.
And it was Reid who had come to report, quickly nodding, "Actually, one of the Venerable Kings of our Tron Clan never returned and has been seeking the entrance to the Secret Realm."
Pierre gave Reid a deep look; this excuse was extremely clumsy, but Pierre couldn't be bothered to expose him right now.
It was just the right time for an event.
To prevent America from being drawn into the Cold Abyss God's vortex.
If they stayed here, they would still have to consider America's international influence and involvement.
But even if they dispatched people, it would lead to losses.
Moreover, if things went wrong and the Ural Defense Line truly fell, they would have to fight even if they didn't want to.
