The person on the other end of the line replied, "Mr. Ferland, I have some bad news to report to you!"
"What?! How come it’s bad news again?!"
Ferland was about to lose his mind as he roared angrily, "Speak, what exactly is the news?"
The other party swallowed hard and said, "Just now, the Undead Sorcerer, Eternal Night Magician, Doomsday Exile, Evil Spirit Mage, Holy Lightning Swordsman, and Ice and Fire Witch - all six executor lords were killed by those guys!
Our casualties have already exceeded twenty thousand!
The current situation is very unfavorable for us!
Mr. Ferland, what should we do?"
"How is that possible?! How could the Undead Sorcerer and the others possibly be killed?!
And more than 20,000 people died?!"
Ferland was so furious he was nearly about to have a stroke, on the verge of an aneurysm.
If he hadn’t been holding onto the table, he might have collapsed on the ground right there.
The other party said mournfully, "Mr. Ferland, this is all true!
The Blood Race, Demon Dragon Clan, and Magic Kingdom sent over thirty thousand people to help those nine guys!
Those guys aren’t ordinary people; we simply can’t stop their fierce attack!"
Ferland bit his teeth hard, his eyes filled with bloodshot.
He hissed, "I will give you an answer right away!"
After that, he hung up the phone call.
After hanging up the phone.
Ferland informed all the Upper-level members present of the news.
After hearing Ferland’s words, all the Upper-level attendees were completely devastated.
"How could this be possible? Over fifty thousand people, and Judgement Chief leading all eight executors to battle, and they still couldn’t kill them?!"
"Mr. Ferland, we can’t continue fighting. If we keep this up, all of our people might die!"
"Yes, the Dark Judgment Group we have worked so hard to establish cannot really be wiped out!"
All those present voiced their opinions one after another.
Now, the vast majority were frightened, no longer daring to fight.
Ferland ground his teeth and said, "So, you’re suggesting we let those guys leave, we compromise with them?"
One Upper-level member said distressfully, "Mr. Ferland, there’s no choice, we really can’t stop them, and we definitely can’t kill them!"
"Yes, let’s not fight anymore, our losses from last night to now have been too severe!"
Another Upper-level member concurred.
The other Upper-level attendees also nodded, agreeing to cease hostilities.
Ferland screamed, "Those guys killed so many of our people; I can’t stand letting them get away like this!
I will now ask for help from the Angel Lord Michael of the Holy Light Church!
As long as the Holy Light Church is willing to help, those guys "Don’t think about it!" leave alive!"
Edward’s eyes lit up, "Mr. Ferland, is this your backup plan?"
"That’s right."
Ferland nodded and said, "The Holy Light Church has always had a fairly good relationship with our Oxford.
However, this favor is too valuable, I really didn’t want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
But now, it has to be used, those guys must die."
"Haha, good, as long as we can get the Holy Light Church to help, I want to see how much longer those guys can act arrogantly!"
"The Blood Race, Demon Dragon Clan, and Magic Kingdom, no matter how strong, simply cannot compare to the top organization, the Holy Light Church!"
"Mr. Ferland, what are we waiting for, contact Lord Michael now!"
The other Upper-level members were also overjoyed.
They had been so anxious just a moment ago that they had completely forgotten about the behemoth that is the Holy Light Church.
After all, the headquarters of the Holy Light Church are in Outu.
If they are willing to help, they can arrive at the battlefield as soon as possible and annihilate those guys.
Ferland nodded, then took out his mobile phone and called Michael.
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