The revelation struck them. A concealed truth existed despite the plethora of martial arts experts and the constant emergence of formidable figures. None dared to confront the authorities directly because of the vast disparity in strength.

As a massive force of several hundred thousand soldiers advanced, even the most extraordinary skills proved futile. In any sect, confronting the elite forces of the authorities meant certain doom.

The command echoed, "Surround them!"

Instantly, a hundred thousand troops encircled not only Dustin but also the surrounding onlookers, creating layers upon layers. Armed with guns and knives, each person exuded a piercing gaze and an unmistakable aura of hostility.

"I'm Anders Mosey, the Veros Warrior. Where are the eight commanders?" As Anders advanced, he showcased his imposing demeanor.

As a God of War, standing before a second-tier general was unquestionably a demotion. Even the influential commanders, acknowledged as the Eight Sovereigns, wou