In the silent conference room, only low breathing echoed.
Beneath the light descending from above, the projection from the probe mirror gradually took shape. Once the sun representing the Present Realm and the solar disc representing the borderlands emerged, what surged and spread was an endless gloom.
Above and below, left and right, everywhere—it climbed up from the dark Abyss's Bottom.
And within that mist-like gloom, patches of dense black slowly emerged, blanketing the radiance of East Xia, Rome, the Russian Federation, America, and India...
Penglai, Jotunheim, Tash, the Land of Clashing Mountains, and even Sonora, where they currently were—countless borderlands formed rings upon rings, and innumerable rings made up the true form of the current border defense line.
Relying on the Three Great Blockades, the Present Realm's strength had been projected into the Depth Zone, gaining unprecedented strategic depth.
But at the same time, they had to endure unprecedented pressure.
Now, black dots slowly appeared within that dancing gloom, forming stripe-like patterns that were gradually closing in on the Present Realm.
Even more horrifying was the darkness rising from the deepest depths of hell.
Like a gushing spring.
Countless threads of darkness converged, overlapped, then branched apart, stretching toward the Present Realm like living things and enclosing everything from every direction.
Like ocean currents converging in the deep sea.
Yet what they brought was not an abundant fishing season, but the flames of war.
Under the probe mirror's massive-scale observation, every black dot was a calamity projection formed by an entire legion, and every stripe was the force of a ruler.
Every branch was destructive power formed from the convergence of endless Hell Calamities...
Just looking at it made one's scalp tingle.
When the probe mirror's projection shrank to Solano, an observation report from Bronze Eye appeared—explorers who had