"...After Olympus was destroyed, the many divine kingdoms within the mist were wiped out. Though some remnants of divine forces remained, Commander Lin uprooted them one by one... As for exactly how Commander Lin later dispersed the mist, I don't know either."
As Yu Le's voice fell, the members of the expedition team stood frozen in place for a long while before letting out a long breath...
"Sorry... That was too much information. I-I need some time to process it properly." After hearing Yu Le's account, the reporter rubbed his temples with a bitter smile.
He had listened intently to every word Yu Le said, but the consequence was that he felt his entire worldview had utterly collapsed... Great Xia's plight, the destruction of the divine kingdoms, the arrival of the Lovecraftian Mythology—events that sounded like pure fantasy were constantly overturning his understanding as an ordinary person.
And it wasn't just him. The hundreds of millions watching this livestream felt the same way.
Yu Le was about to say something more when a piercing alarm suddenly rang through every corner of Chenglong Pass!
Ring ring ring—!!!
The sudden alarm startled everyone on the expedition team. They looked around in panic, having no idea what had happened.
"Enemy attack?" Yu Le's expression immediately turned grave.
"Enemy attack!" A flash of panic crossed the reporter's face, but he seemed to realize something and quickly regained his composure. "Is it what you just said? Has the Lovecraftian Mythology attacked?"
"Most likely. Just stay here and rest. Don't run around. Several human gods are stationed in Chenglong Pass right now. Nothing will happen..." Yu Le gave them a brief arrangement, then turned and rushed out of the room, sprinting into the wind and rain without hesitation.
With Yu Le gone, the room fell into