Live broadcast.
"The rebels are going to win? What exactly is going on here?"
"Savana is really fierce, confronting a thousand people with just five, that's quite ruthless."
"Bro, you're really licking boots hard, getting chopped down instantly, and you call that ruthless?"
"The guard army is useless too, having such an advantage and yet they turned it into a mess."
"Vrak!"
After several twists and turns, now the rebels are on the verge of winning again, and those watching the live broadcast are used to it, nothing surprising anymore.
However, the original faction relationships within the Task Space, have still been carried over.
Every now and then, some messages mixed with mockery and sarcasm appear.
In the midst of the chat, the deceased Savana and several Alliance Hierarchs also entered the broadcast room.
Ignoring the content in the chat box, their focus was on the area of the divine battlefield.
The area of confrontation was even more brutal than in the city.
