The Abyssal Sage King Would Descend!

"We still have hope!"

As Mo Lan's voice rang out, all the Federation citizens fell silent, and the atmosphere in front of the central square was no longer so heavy.

"That's right! The Federation's defenses haven't even fallen yet. It's still anyone's game!"

"The time Sentimental Douluo and Heartless Douluo bought with their lives wasn't for us to waste mourning!"

"Although we can't help much from the rear, we absolutely can't hold them back!"

"Exactly! The soldiers fighting for their lives on the front lines haven't given up, so how can we give up first?"

"Exactly! Exactly!"

"By the way, has anyone noticed? Our Federation's General of Heavenly Strategy hasn't shown up yet. Could he be waiting for something?"

Someone suddenly asked with curiosity, but amid the clamor, his words were quickly drowned out.

Watching the Soul Guidance Screen show how the Federation citizens had been roused, Mo Lan slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Mo Lan's expression turned serious. She rose and headed straight for the broadcast room's exit.

"Let's go. It's our turn now—to the Abyssal Frontline, where the fighting is fiercest, and where the Federation's people need us most!"

Inside the Abyssal Frontline military camp.

"Dong Zi'an, I still can't make a move."

Chen Xinjie looked at Dong Zi'an and shook his head slightly.

"Why?"

Dong Zi'an's brows knitted instantly.

"Even if you and I have grievances, those are private matters. But right now, you're the only one in the entire Federation who has become a god. If you don't fight the Demon Empress, the Federation's defenses will collapse. Then the entire Douluo Plane will be invaded by the Abyss Plane. If you don't act, you won't be able to escape this vortex yourself."

"Dong Zi'an, it's not that I won't act. It's just—"

Chen Xinjie