All three legions were sounding alarms across their entire fronts. The Black Hand Clan of the Dragon Fighting Plane kept infiltrating their lines, blowing up a supply depot today and wiping out a watchtower tomorrow, leaving the border troops rattled and retreating step by step.
At this rate, the forces of the Dragon Fighting Plane would reach the gates of Heaven Dou City in less than half a year.
What would happen to Ming Capital then?
Could the Sun-Moon Federation really tolerate sharing rule over the Douluo Continent with the Dragon Fighting Plane?!
The Federation had endured for nearly ten thousand years. When had it ever been reduced to such a sorry state?
The parliament argued back and forth, but in the end, the speaker settled the matter with one decisive stroke.
"Yun Ming breaking through to the Divine Realm certainly carries the risk of the tail growing too large to wag. But right now, the Dragon Fighting Plane is watching us like a hungry tiger, and the Holy Spirit Cult is doing the same from the shadows. The Federation doesn't even have a Divine Realm powerhouse capable of holding the fort. If we wait until they attack and our country is on the verge of being wiped out, what checks and balances will there be left to discuss?"
"Let's get through the crisis in front of us first! Support Yun Ming's breakthrough with everything we have. Resources, materials, formations, protectors-give him all of it!"
Once the resolution passed, resources from across the Federation began pouring toward Shrek.
Wagonloads of heavenly treasures were delivered to the Sea God Pavilion. The Guardian God Formation treasured by the Federation was brought over and set up around his seclusion site, while six Titled Douluos took turns standing guard to prevent outside interference.
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