"What do you mean? The barrier's still holding, isn't it? How has the Withering Tide arrived?"
Chen Ye didn't answer. He silently stepped aside so Zhou You could see what lay behind him.
Humans and aberrations were still locked in battle, fighting over every inch of ground. Corpses had piled into hills. As far as the eye could see, it looked like the Demon Realm on earth.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was the sky. Above the barrier, which the Blood Moon had nearly crushed, countless points of light were bursting forth. A closer look revealed that they were masses of flesh spawned by the Blood Moon, falling toward Paradise one after another like missiles.
Most were intercepted, but there were simply too many. Some inevitably slipped through. The moment they landed, they turned into all manner of deformed monsters and hurled themselves at the defensive lines.
And that was only the lesser problem.
More seriously, those things were part of the Blood Moon itself. As long as they remained in Paradise, they would resonate with their source until the barely standing barrier collapsed completely!
Zhou You drew a deep breath, then spoke quickly.
"How do I get down there now? Run? With all those twists and turns underground, there's no way I'll make it in time. Can your Prophet teleport me again?"
With everything so close to its conclusion, he had no intention of losing it all at the final hurdle.
Chen Ye shook his head.
"No. We've lost contact with the Prophet, and that spell usually only works one way..."
Zhou You grew anxious.
"Then what do you suggest?"
Chen Ye took a deep breath.
"You'll have to rely on the King."
"What?"
"The Prophet never said, but they must have had some way to contact