One second, the place had been packed with people. The next, they were gone.
"Sorry."
"I'm not used to staying in the same world as people who sing a different tune." Di Tian's voice rang by Elder Shu's ear for the last time.
"So."
"Please transmigrate as well."
As his voice fell, the industrial steel coil fell with it.
"Clang!"
Elder Shu, who was likewise in a state of "Mortalization," glared furiously as he "transmigrated from three-dimensional reality into two-dimensional reality."
The departure of a "large number of transmigrators" improved the local air circulation. With more open space, how could the airflow not improve?
"Sniff, sniff."
The Federation Speaker, sprawled on the ground, had his nostrils assailed by the circulating air.
Not only had the air circulation improved, but the smell of blood had grown stronger as well.
He was pretending to be unconscious, not actually unconscious.
Even with his eyes shut, he could still determine the outcome from the dense stench of blood drifting through the air.
He sighed faintly to himself.
Sigh...
It was over. Everything was over.
Elder Shu had insisted on showing off. An old thing with one foot in the grave had thought he was the protagonist of some illustrated novel.
Well, look at him now.
He had failed to become the modern-day Thousand Hands, Spirit Ice, or Dragon Emperor. Instead, he had become the modern-day Spirit Hall, Holy Spirit Cult, and Abyss Plane. His end could not have been more miserable.
What enraged the Federation Speaker even more was this.
It would have been one thing if Elder Shu had only ruined himself, but he had also exhausted the Federation's military strength, its young geniuses, and its Soul Guidance Technology potential.
Di Tian had sent the Douluo Federation straight into a generational gap, plunging