"What exactly happened?"
"What calamity did the Sacred Griffin Empire suffer overnight?"
Countless lords were asking.
Many lords had heard this earth-shaking news, but no one could explain what had actually happened.
At that moment,
Tai Xuan's Xuan Capital, the Nine Colors Tower.
The Lord Conference Hall.
One Great Lord after another either arrived in person, descended through a divine sense projection, or dispatched a hero stationed in Xuan Capital to hurry over.
In short, in just half a day, the lords had each used their own methods to converge here.
Yet even with so many lords gathered, no one could explain what had happened.
After all, many lords had only heard rumors, and the information had already passed through who knew how many hands. It was likely far from the truth.
Even more lords had no idea what had happened at all. They had received the notice about the emergency conference in a daze and hurried over.
After hearing the other lords' discussion, they were even more confused.
The Sacred Griffin Empire was about to be destroyed? Seriously?
Suddenly,
"The One Hand Guild Leader is here!" someone shouted.
Quite a few lords crowded around and hurriedly asked, "Guild Leader, do you have any firsthand information?"
The One Hand Guild Leader looked solemn. Seeing so many lords asking questions, he clapped his hands to signal for silence, then said:
"I'll give everyone a brief explanation."
"Everyone should know that the Sacred Griffin Empire does not border the Red Mist Land, and its territory has never suffered a calamity."
"But today, all of a sudden, massive waves of Red Mist and a Monster Tide surged out from the heart of the Sacred Griffin Empire's territory. It was as if the Sacred Griffin Empire had suddenly bordered a Red Mist Land, and