In the Steel Hall, Tie Long sat on the throne, his burly body like a small mountain.
Just sitting there, the entire palace was filled with an extremely powerful aura.
Tie Long's eyes were slightly narrowed, as if pondering something, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of the chair.
"Mechanical City... it's surprising that they could handle the Ghost Tribe, not to be underestimated!"
"We must approach with caution, not to provoke easily. If we can establish good relations, that would be best, and even if not, we shouldn't make enemies lightly."
Tie Long, as the lord of War City and a Seven-star Transcendent, couldn't have reached this position by being reckless. Regarding this suddenly emerged Mechanical City, Tie Long held the utmost vigilance and attention in his heart.
Meanwhile, in front of Tie Long, the report from his subordinates continued.
