The three top martial artists of the short film nation all stepped forward.
It was clear they wanted to use their formidable combat power to intimidate everyone and shatter all their illusions.
The Settlement Camp could afford to consume resources, but they could not.
There were still a large number of civilians at sea.
They needed to prepare safe and comfortable havens for them.
"What should we do?"
Inside the office, the high-level officials wore grim expressions.
The three foreign experts could not be matched by the current Superpower Users.
The cultivators they kept in reserve had already perished in battle.
They had no other cards to play.
The Superpower Users had already been called back.
The other side had given only one day, and if the Settlement Camp didn't withdraw by then, it would be a battle to the death.
"A battle to the death it is. Those few are formidable, but so what? They are just three old immortals; if we can tire them out, they'll die,"
