The seven frontline regions each had completely different architectural styles.
Over at the Emerald Pillar, the entire region centered around trees and greenery. Its most iconic features were the forests, as well as the cities built within them.
"How is the situation at present?"
Seated upon a jade-green throne, Qian Sui, wearing a crown and a green dress, asked expressionlessly.
The immaturity she had once possessed was gone. In its place, she now carried an unmistakable majesty that none dared meet directly.
"It's very bad."
Below the great hall, scribe Ye Zhiyu Ling sighed.
"The [Buddha Kingdom]'s blockade of us has now reached its sixth day. During these six days, many have chosen to leave."
"What about our high-end combat strength?"
"Seven Days ago, we had six peak Mythics, seventeen High Mythics, and around three hundred low- and mid-tier Mythics. Now, only two peak Mythics remain, along with seven High Mythics."
Ye Zhiyu Ling rubbed his forehead with a headache.
"The conditions offered by the [Buddha Kingdom] are simply too tempting. Even many Mythics of our own race want to go over there. If this continues, everyone will flee. I've transferred all our remaining Mythics to the Emerald Pillar, but they'll probably only hold out for a few more days."
"..."
Listening to Ye Zhiyu Ling's report, Qian Sui fell silent.
As the Host of a region, they had to shoulder the corresponding responsibilities. At the very least, every pillar of light had to be guarded at all times by twelve High Mythics and one peak Mythic. If they could not even muster that many people, then they had no right to speak of being the Leader.
The [Buddha Kingdom]'s approach was actually rather mild, but it had struck directly at their weak point. Asking Bright Yellow and Radiant Orange