Lin Yan Sat Up Straight, Gu Yuena Raised Her Head: The Sage King's Projection Had Arrived

Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Cult, normally the loudest troublemakers online, suddenly fell silent too.

These people shouted every day that the Tenth Era had to be destroyed, that Finality was coming, that the world should end.

But once they actually saw the Abyss gearing up to pack away the whole planet and swallow it, they suddenly fell silent, one after another.

The reason was painfully practical.

However insane Evil Soul Masters were, they still fundamentally depended on human society to survive.

Fear, resentment, life force, souls-these were all things they needed for their cultivation.

Only while humanity lived would they have resources.

The Abyss was nowhere near that particular.

It ate ordinary people, ate Soul Masters, and ate Evil Soul Masters just the same.

In the Abyss's eyes, the difference between the Federation and the Holy Spirit Cult probably amounted to steamed versus braised.

People in the Holy Spirit Cult's lower-ranking channels soon began asking furtively.

"Can the higher-ups really handle this?"

No one answered.

A little later, someone else posted.

"Didn't the holy cult say the Tenth Era should end?"

Someone below finally replied.

"Ending is one thing... but isn't this thing a little too much?"

"Can our cult leader and the others hold it off?"

"We haven't actually lost control of this, have we?"

The entire channel fell silent.

The information released by the Federation grew worse and worse.

What had emerged from the passage this time was far more than just the one before them.

More and more Imperial Level auras appeared. Ordinary people no longer even had the heart to look into their names or specific abilities.

Translated into plain language, it all came down to one sentence: they were all strong, absurdly strong, and any one of them would take several of the continent's greatest