Spirit City, Pope's Palace.
This building, a symbol of the highest power on Douluo Continent, was now shrouded in deathly silence.
Bibi Dong sat on the lofty papal throne, gripping tightly the scepter studded with countless gems. Her knuckles had gone white from the force of her grip, and her breathtakingly beautiful face was now clouded with gloom—and a hint of terror she could barely conceal.
Several trembling cardinals knelt in the center of the great hall.
Suspended in midair before them was an enormous screen of light.
It was battlefield footage Qin Feng had "thoughtfully" sent over.
The image was incredibly clear—4K, high-definition, and uncensored.
On-screen, the enormous airship emblazoned with a comical wolf's head loomed over True Dragon Mountain like a moving steel fortress, blotting out the sky.
Dense bursts of machine-gun fire mowed down the Soul Masters of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan like grass.
The roar of that rotary cannon shook the crystal chandeliers in the hall, making them buzz, even through the screen.
What left Bibi Dong most breathless was the final scene.
That enormous rubber net casually scooped up Yu Yuanzhen, who had transformed into a hundred-meter thunder dragon, like he was some helpless dragonfly.
A dignified 95th-level Titled Douluo and patriarch of one of the Upper Three Sects had been utterly unable to fight back against those bizarre technological weapons!
"What... what is this?"
Bibi Dong's voice trembled. Her vaunted Twin Martial Souls and near-Limit Douluo strength gave her not the slightest sense of security at that moment.
"Your Holiness..."
A cardinal shakily raised his head, drenched in cold sweat.
"This... this is footage that just came back from the front lines."
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan... is already... already gone."
"I heard... I heard it's now become that 'Umbrella Corporation's'...