The first wave of the T0 Rank raid team charged into the Sky-Covering Dome barrier. Now, those elite SSR Contract Spirits, normally powerful enough to guard entire regions, retreated through its entrance in utter disarray.
The sacred light around the Sage of Sacred Words had dimmed, and charred marks marred the edges of the scripture scroll.
The Undying Battle Soul's spirit armor was covered in strange patches of rust, and the warrior's aura had weakened.
Several of the Winter God Lord's crystalline ice feathers had snapped, and the surrounding frost swirled chaotically.
They had not even managed to approach the center of that enormous spider lily. Just on its outskirts, Yellow Springs' inconceivable power had beaten them so thoroughly that they could not fight back. Even their probing attacks had vanished without a trace.
"So this is a World-Class Wanted Boss with over a hundred million lives on her hands. She really is hard to fight..."
"Our attacks don't seem capable of posing any meaningful threat to her."
"Those dead souls and the red threads covering such a wide area wear us down too much. They also corrode our spiritual power to some extent. And with our Contract Spirit Masters unable to enter alongside us, we can't bring our full strength to bear."
"..."
The other SSR Contract Spirits were all injured as well, their faces filled with lingering terror.
Zhao Wenguo slammed a fist onto the console, his knuckles white.
The deaths of nearly thirty million compatriots, coupled with the crushing defeat of their strongest fighters, filled him with helplessness and rage that threatened to consume him.
He drew a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. As commander-in-chief, he could not be the first to lose his composure.
"Ten Elders..."
"How much longer... until the UR combatant