After a long while, Long Yeyue, the only Limit Douluo present and the one in charge of salvaging the situation, slowly lifted her eyes and broke the dead silence, her voice hoarse and low.
"Hall Master Zhao, are the Tang Sect branches stationed on the other two continents still unreachable?"
Zhao Song rubbed his throbbing temples hard, his brow filled with helplessness and anxiety, and shook his head wearily. "The Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Federation are separated from us by vast oceans. Our homeland has long since sunk deep into war, communications have been cut off, and the sea routes are blockaded. We've tried to contact them several times, but every attempt vanished without a trace. Forget seeking support—right now, we don't even know whether they're alive or dead."
When his words fell, the meeting room sank into silence once more, the sense of despair even heavier than before.
At the side, Liang Xiaoyu's fingertips trembled slightly. He broke the stillness, his tone carrying some conflict and dread. "Elder Long, the Holy Spirit Cult has already sent several messages through communication soul tools, urging us again and again, asking when we will come forward to rendezvous and discuss advancing on Mingdu, as well as a joint strategy to crusade against Situ Xuan."
Everyone's gazes instantly gathered on Long Yeyue.
Long Yeyue had fought all her life and grasped the greater situation. Even if her schemes could not be called the very finest, she was absolutely no fool.
The Holy Spirit Cult's sudden alliance and initiative to invite them to battle were far too suspicious. Mingdu was now under Situ Xuan's control, its defenses ironclad and its combat strength at its peak. A joint counterattack now would be no different from throwing themselves into a trap and marching