A calm voice, yet infused with an undeniable query and a surging anger, resounded like thunder from nine heavens within the consciousness of every high-ranking member of the Alliance Army, especially those four transcendent beings:
[Sky-splitting and Eternal, you have gone too far this time!]
The voice was not loud, yet it clearly echoed in the Molten Hell Abyss where the fires of war had died down, as well as in the hearts of every strong warrior in the Alliance's main base.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
All the surviving Torch Ship Captains looked excitedly towards the Ruin Market Projection in the Vault of Heaven, which seemed like a divine miracle, with the flame of hope rekindled in their eyes.
