Ramon fell silent for a moment, then strode away to organize the city's defense. His voice drifted back faintly, "If we can't hold it, I won't be as stubborn as you. I believe that as long as you're alive, there's still a chance to recover. Once you're dead, that's it, the end."

Suddenly, a massive artillery shell streaked across the sky and crashed into Throne City.

One explosion after another erupted as a new wave of assault began.

Alonzo lay half-sprawled on the ground, looking up at the artillery fire whistling through the air, and let out a bitter laugh. He knew Andrew would not let this opportunity slip by. Abyss City's forces were nowhere near depleted, and their trump card, the Highland Tribe warriors, had not even been deployed yet.

Alonzo was a veteran powerhouse of the Ludendorff family. Naturally, he was able to see everything clearly. He knew that Andrew had been waiting for precisely this moment.

Nonetheless, seeing clearly did not mean he had a way to deal with it.