Long Yeyue was silent, her heart filled with bitterness.
The two top sects that had once stood shoulder to shoulder, balancing the continent and holding all other powers firmly beneath them, had now both fallen to this. Shrek's remnants were wandering in hardship, the Tang Sect was trapped in an underground dark city, and their former glory had vanished completely.
Ya Li spoke softly, breaking the silence.
"We came this time carrying a temporary alliance with the Holy Spirit Cult. Now that the tides of the continent have all turned to Situ Xuan, we are isolated and without aid. Only by huddling together for warmth do we have a slim chance of survival."
Zhao Song and Liang Xiaoyu's pupils contracted at the same time, surprise appearing on their faces.
"With the Holy Spirit Cult?"
The two exchanged a look and saw the shock and disapproval in each other's eyes. Righteous and evil had opposed each other for ten thousand years. The two sides had slaughtered each other countless times, their hatred as deep as a sea of blood. And now they were actually being forced to form an alliance. It was far too absurd.
Long Yeyue slowly nodded, her tone calm but helpless.
"I know your concerns. The grudges of the past run deep, and no one is willing to associate with them. But in the current situation, we cannot afford to be stubborn."
"Situ Xuan is waging war against the Demon Plane, and the Federation's main forces are all fighting beyond our domain. The continent's defenses are hollow. This is our only chance to catch our breath. The Holy Spirit Cult controls a large number of hidden strongholds and forces lying in wait. We have armaments, bases, and our remaining connections. The Tang Sect holds top-tier soul guidance research