"Again with the Wild God, a man who creates more problems than he solves. Once this world mission is over, I will definitely teach him a lesson."
The Blonde man roared, his emotions swirling into a Psychic Storm, exerting immense pressure on the dozen group leaders present, their expressions turning solemn.
"In that case, launch a full attack, let each Trojan Squad execute the third tactical command." The Blonde man took a deep breath, calming down. He wasn't truly angry; his display and release of power was intended to intimidate these Group Leaders, making them realize that he was the real commander.
On the virtual screen at the front of the Conference Room, the current battlefield situation in the Square was being streamed live, data collected from ten satellites, ensuring they had a considerable home-ground advantage.
