Rupert's expression darkened.
The assembled senior officials—and Jeremy as well—turned their gaze to Zuurul.
"Zuurul, what exactly happened in the lower realm?" Rupert stepped up to him, his voice ice-cold.
Zuurul spoke in a heavy, grief-stricken tone. "My lord, please punish me!"
"I underestimated the lower realm's strength. We ran into a ferocious assault the moment we arrived. Their legions are abnormally powerful—Divine Clerics don't even count as their main force. They have tens of millions at the Grand Divine Cleric and High God levels, and even their God General and True God troops number in the millions."
"It was my negligence. The instant we entered, we fell into an ambush. That's why all our brothers of the God Mountain Holy Army perished there."
As he spoke, Zuurul's eyes turned bloodshot, brimming with grief, fury, and hatred.
"What are they?" Rupert didn't bother with rebuke yet—he needed the facts first.
