Lance stood in the center of the grand hall, his face full of pride.
Alongside him, those guards who had reached Level Four of psychic powers held their heads high and puffed out their chests.
They considered themselves extraordinary.
Having expended everything to gain strength, what did they have to fear?
So what if facing the Nether Emperor, the God of Mercenary?
In the face of absolute power, everything in the world is but fleeting clouds and mist; as the wind rises, they scatter and vanish.
Lance was confident, not only in himself.
But also in the guards by his side.
These guards were all top-tier psychics.
And all were endowed with Attributes!
Five top-tier Fire Attribute power users!
Five top-tier Water Attribute power users!
This was Lance's strongest card to play aside from his own abilities.
With these guards, and his own extraordinary abilities, he disregarded everything!