After a long while, Long Yeyue, the only Limit Douluo present and the one left to manage the wreckage, slowly raised her eyes and broke the deathly silence, her voice low and hoarse.
"Hall Master Zhao, are we still unable to contact the Tang Sect branches stationed on the other two continents?"
Zhao Song rubbed his throbbing temples hard, helplessness and anxiety written across his brow. He shook his head wearily. "The Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Federation lie across vast oceans. Their homelands have long been engulfed in war, communications have been severed, and shipping routes blockaded. We've tried contacting them several times, but every message has sunk like a stone into the sea. Never mind seeking reinforcements—we don't even know whether they're alive or dead."
As his words faded, the meeting room fell silent again, its despair deeper than before.
Ah Yin shuddered violently, her blood vitality and divinity continually draining away. Her face grew ever paler as she was forced back again and again, crumbling with every step. The life-regenerating ability she took such pride in was severely diminished under the ancient tree's planar suppression. Her damaged divine body could no longer repair itself quickly, and the circulation of her divine power grew increasingly sluggish.
For the first time, despair completely engulfed this Blue Silver Emperor deity.
For twenty thousand years, she had relied on the boundless vitality gained by parasitizing the Golden Ancient Tree to roam the continent unrivaled and sit securely among the highest deities. Her regeneration and endurance had been unmatched beneath the heavens. Never had she known such helplessness, such despair as she felt her life ebb away.
The golden branches filling the sky were like punishments delivered by heaven's law. Every lash crushed vast swaths of the Blue Silver Domain;