On this side of the rift, Profound Sky Fire sealed the opening. Looking outward from behind, all they could see was a raging blaze.
Song Nong stood at the very front of the rift. Just before the flames arrived, a surge of mental power had come from the other side. It was Ling Su's power, transmitting the scene unfolding over there to him.
Chen Chuan stood alone in the void, facing a host of Gods and Demons. A mere glimpse of those demon phantoms made Song Nong tremble from head to toe.
That was a battle he could not possibly intervene in. And Advisor Chen was alone. If he could not hold them back, or...
He immediately realized that the situation had reached an extremely dangerous point. What was he supposed to do?
As he desperately searched for an answer, a telegram contact signal came through.
"This is..."
Through the mental transmission, he immediately understood what it was. He looked toward the telegraph operator behind him, sent a mental message to his World Token, and shouted, "Quick! Hurry!"
The telegraph operator shuddered all over. Snapping out of his daze, he immediately began transmitting with the already-open Telegram machine.
Fearing that the Old Gods on the other side might have a way to intercept messages sent through Lost Objects, Chen Chuan had made an extra arrangement before activating the Lost Object. He used telegram contact to notify the Advisory Council. Of course, this had already been part of the Advisory Council's original arrangements.
Nor was he worried about spies from the other side within the Advisory Council. Since he had emerged, the advisors had all operated in groups. Any small move would be impossible to conceal from the others.
And if information still leaked despite that, it would not necessarily be