In their eyes, defeating Phield would be easy—the real challenge was escaping Maple Leaf City.
Against the full military force of an entire city, they stood no chance. The only possible outcome would be the exhaustion of their divine power, followed by defeat and death. Or worse—reduced to mindless breeders.
More importantly, the intelligence network their allies had painstakingly built would be wiped out instantly.
Just as Miriam was hesitating over whether to make a move—
"Why the long faces? I'm bringing you business, and you're not even happy? Or is it that there are too many of us for you to handle?"
Phield frowned, suspicion immediately rising. He glanced at the minimap, and a flicker of shock passed through his eyes.
Four red hostile markers—yet there were clearly six people in front of him.
