"Although our clan's supreme treasure blocked the destructive power of decay, it could not finish the job. We are still being corroded, and our strength is constantly draining away." The burly figure in blue armor could clearly feel the energy flowing out of his body.
Over the past hundred thousand eras, they had lost many clansmen. Those clansmen had either strayed into forbidden zones and suffered destruction, or died after their strength had drained away completely.
Though they were Primordial Ancestors, they no longer had the spare strength to build worlds and provide a better living environment for their clansmen.
"Although our clan's supreme treasure allowed us to survive, we are merely clinging to life. And I can feel that the speed of energy loss is getting faster and faster. At the current rate at which the energy in our bodies is draining away, we cannot hold on for long at all. At most, in a hundred eras, all the little fellows at the World level will perish." The small, thin figure sighed. "Even the three of us Ancestors can only last around ten thousand eras at most."
"This power is too strange, and too terrifying. Even exhausting every secret technique we possess, we cannot block even a fraction of it." The burly figure in blue armor shook his head. Faced with such an ending, he felt deeply unwilling, yet utterly helpless.
"Among us, only Second Brother might know how to resist such power. Second Brother is an official member of the divine cult. Since he could be granted such a heavy treasure, one capable of resisting the power of decay, he must also have other treasures capable of resisting this strange corrosive power." The last of the three Ancestors, a figure of thunder, also spoke.
"But we are trapped