Lan Jinghe drew in the last trace of hostility around her, lowered her head, and bowed, her tone respectful and certain. "Yes, Master."
Situ Xuan's gaze was calm, his thoughts racing as he finalized the entire grand scheme. Then he slowly spoke, issuing one meticulous order after another. "I want you to immediately spread word to the outside world that the Holy Spirit Cult has formally allied with Shrek Academy, and that before long, you will jointly send troops to launch a large-scale attack on Mingdu."
"At the same time, immediately gather all the remaining forces of the Holy Spirit Cult. Assemble every member, every reserve, and every bit of combat strength in one place. Nothing is to be missed or hidden. After that, take the initiative to contact the Shrek remnants and the Tang Sect survivors.
After a long while, Long Yeyue, the only Limit Douluo present and the one presiding over the aftermath, slowly raised 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 heavily rubbed his throbbing temples, his brow filled with helplessness and anxiety as he shook his head wearily. "The Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Federation are separated from us by vast oceans. Their homelands have long since sunk deep into war, communications are cut off, and sea routes are blockaded. We've tried to contact them several times, but every attempt vanished without a trace. Forget asking for support—we don't even know whether they're alive or dead now."
As his words fell, the meeting room sank into silence once more, the sense of despair even heavier than before.
Beside them, Liang Xiaoyu's fingertips trembled slightly. He broke the silence, his tone carrying