Time passed bit by bit, and the entire Chang Sheng Epoch sank into an eerie silence.
Faced with this peculiar silence, the alliance formed by the Nether River Forbidden Ground, Jun Lin, and the others grew increasingly restless.
Temporary base.
After more than half a month of calculations, Jun Lin and the others sat on the ground, their faces worn with exhaustion.
Because no matter from which angle they calculated, they reached only one conclusion: the Forbidden Grounds would inevitably win.
Thinking of this, Jun Lin turned to Liu Yidao beside him.
"Yidao, are the Forbidden Grounds really that powerful?"
Facing Jun Lin's question, Liu Yidao sighed softly. "The strength of the Forbidden Grounds is beyond doubt."
"Otherwise, why would your godfather, your father, and the others have faced them with the resolve to die?"
"Since the Forbidden Grounds are bound to win, how did Grandfather Changsheng win in the past?"
"I don't know. Anyway, Senior Changsheng always won in ways no one expected."
"Otherwise, why would all the major Forbidden Grounds fear him so much?"
Hearing their conversation, Ye Yu, who was studying the map, frowned. "Once the Forbidden Grounds unleash the Dark Turmoil, it will become something impossible to stop."
"From a normal perspective, no matter what method Senior Changsheng uses, he cannot prevent this tragedy from happening."
"If so, what method will Senior Changsheng use to deal with this?"
No one answered Ye Yu's words, because they truly could not think of how to handle this Dark Turmoil.
At that moment, Jun Lin, who had been resting nearby, suddenly stood and walked over to the map.
After carefully examining the general layout on it, Jun Lin said, "Since ordinary methods cannot resolve the Dark Turmoil, why don't we consider an extraordinary one?"
"Liu Yidao, tell me—are