Lin Yan watched for a few seconds, his expression slowly growing solemn.
True gods had been absent from this era for far too long.
For the vast majority of people, an Ultimate Douluo represented the pinnacle of power they could actually see and understand.
The God Rank above that was, more often than not, merely a concept in history books.
Many ordinary people would never even have a chance to meet a Titled Douluo in their entire lives.
In their eyes, an Ultimate Douluo was hardly different from a god.
But now, more than half of the dozens of Ultimate Douluo and Quasi-God-level combatants the Federation could call upon were dead or wounded. Fewer than half could still fight.
Even Yun Ming and Chen Xin Jie couldn't withstand a single projection from the enemy.
What could humanity possibly use to stop it?
Lin Yan fell silent.
At this point, he could hardly think of a single workable solution.
Yet a sudden flurry of movement came from beside him.
Smack.
Clack.
Clang.
Lin Yan turned his head.
Gu Yuena, who had been lying beside his legs eating just moments ago, had already jumped up.
"We're doomed, we're doomed, we're doomed, we're doomed!"
The little silver-white dragon darted frantically around the bed, her tail spinning like a propeller.
Then she leaped straight from the bed to the floor and lunged from the floor toward the bag holding their things.
Chicken drumsticks, instant noodles, sausages, clothes.
Anything that fit went in first. Anything that didn't got a second look while she considered whether to stuff it in anyway.
Gu Yuena's two little claws moved so fast they nearly left afterimages.
Things she'd complained were taking up space just a few days ago now all seemed useful.
Lin Yan: "..."
"What are you doing?"