On the vast, desolate earth, churned mud and shattered terrain stretched in every direction—a scene of devastation, broken walls, and battered ramparts. Warren Wang strode toward Andrew Han and Carter Yan, a smile on his face.
As he reached them, Warren continued, "Congratulations on officially joining the Defense Formation!"
He stopped directly in front of them.
Warren repeated the words with emphasis: "Congratulations on officially joining the Defense Formation!"
Congratulations?
Andrew Han blinked, wondering—was joining the Defense Formation truly an honor worth celebrating?
Carter Yan also glanced at Warren Wang, whose blood-stained jacket gave him a grim air. Carter remained silent, but inwardly he was unconvinced.
To join the Defense Formation was not something to be celebrated.
This was a duty born of peril—even Carter Yan, confident as he was, could not claim his life was truly safe. Facing Demons that breached the defense belt, only Martial Lords might be free from fear.
"By the way, may I ask one more thing?" Warren Wang said.
"Your battlefield response and fighting spirit were excellent... but why did it take so long to defeat a single wolf-type Demon?" Warren Wang looked sharply at Andrew Han, his gaze then shifting to Carter Yan.
Carter Yan shook his head. "It was a White-Blood Wolf."
At these words, the expressions of everyone present subtly changed.
Not only Warren Wang, but also Eric Chen—an alumnus Martial General—and the green-robed female general, whose fingers danced like zither strings, all tensed visibly, their gazes fixed on Carter Yan.
White-Blood Demons are especially terrifying.
Even facing a White-Blood Wolf head-on, a fierce battle was inevitable—it could never be defeated easily.
"Heh."
A Martial General who had been lying on the ground now sat up, marveling, "You two just joined the Defense Formation, and already managed to slay a White-Blood Demon? That's truly impressive."
With that, the conversation fell silent.
He smiled and nodded, his former coldness gone.