Ya Li: Yun Ming Wasn't Afraid of Death, but There Were Things We Truly Hadn't Known Before

Everyone knew that this time, the Federation was facing no ordinary crisis.

The Old Ancient God had awakened.

The End Dragon had openly declared war.

Sentimental Douluo and Ruthless Douluo had been publicly executed by Beast God Di Tian.

A third-level tide had erupted in the Extreme Northern Abyss.

Three Ultimate Douluos had reinforced the northern front, only to fall that very night.

In just three days, five Ultimate Douluos had died.

When had the Federation suffered losses like these in the past several thousand years?

Worse still, the three powerhouses on the northern front had not even managed to identify their enemy.

Every past contingency plan for fighting the Abyssal Tide had become a joke in those few short days.

They had once believed that all they needed was an Ultimate Douluo guarding the passage.

Together with the Blood God Legion and soul guidance technology, that would be enough to hold the defensive line.

And now?

Even Ultimate Douluos had become prey.

When even the supreme fighting power the Federation took such pride in had lost its meaning, what could ordinary soldiers rely on?

The Federal Speaker sat in the very center, his hair graying and his face thin.

There were no files before him, only a cup of tea that had gone completely cold.

He picked it up, took a sip, and set it down, sweeping his gaze over the room.

"Let us begin. The decisions you make today may shape the future of the entire continent. They may even plunge the Federation into an abyss beyond all redemption. Please be cautious in both word and deed."

After that, he said nothing more.

He knew very well that in a war of this magnitude, his title as Speaker gave him little say.

Any one of the people seated