The Ultimate Arena, the most renowned arena within Spirit Race territory, was now shrouded in a tense, foreboding atmosphere.
The once-bustling spectator areas had grown deserted. In their place, Spirit Race staff hurried through the corridors, busy coordinating operations and evacuations.
The brilliant energy halo surrounding the entire arena was quietly changing course. Its gentle, flowing patterns were gradually shifting into a sharply angular formation brimming with power, silently revealing the ferocious fangs of this magnificent construct.
Yong Yan's lounge was on an upper floor of the reception area for competitors' friends and family, with a wide-open view.
The furnishings were simple, yet infused with the Spirit Race's distinctive technological elegance. Now, however, the room was heavy with stillness.
Yong Yan stood with his back to the huge curved viewing window. Beyond it, the arena's energy dome was slowly changing shape and reorganizing itself.
Several translucent screens floated before him, rapidly scrolling through real-time feeds from major Pan-Spirit Alliance media outlets and various intelligence channels.
His brow had remained furrowed the entire time as he flicked through routine reports with a tap of his finger.
An Eternal Deity's mind should have been as still as an ancient well, but now, a trace of unease lingered between his brows.
Lin Yi, the target of the clan mission, remained his primary concern. He was focused on Lin Yi's whereabouts and safety.
Suddenly, Yong Yan stopped moving and fixed his gaze on a brief news alert.
"Dominator-level battle erupts outside Myriad Secret Realm; all Pan-Spirit Alliance prodigies trapped inside."
"Trapped."
Yong Yan repeated the word softly. In the silent room, his voice sounded especially clear.
He fell silent. The Eternal Divine Power naturally flowing around him grew slightly sluggish, and the light in the lounge seemed to dim with it.
Just then, the