Beyond the Barren Mountain, the frigid wind carried a dead silence.
The continent's strongest experts stood upon the wasteland, none speaking. The shattered seal stretched before them, spiderweb-like cracks writhing and expanding without end as threads of cold, dark energy leaked out and eroded the surrounding world.
Seven days.
The Sky Screen had left behind its final merciless deadline—the final deadline for Douluo World's survival.
Kill Tang San, and the plane would perish with him.
Spare Tang San, and after seven days, the seal would shatter and the Outer Darkness would invade in full force.
Try to save themselves, and they would decline.
Do nothing, and they would await death.
The ultimate deathtrap left behind by the gods had locked itself tightly around the necks of every living being.
Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her gaze, exhaustion filling the depths of her violet eyes.
The war between humans and Soul Beasts, poisonous remains in the deep sea, Earth-vein Miasma, altars across the entire land, the Plane Anchor...
One deception after another, one poisonous root after another, had crushed the entire continent until it could barely breathe.
"Only one question stands before us now."
Bibi Dong's hoarse voice carried across the silent Barren Mountain.
"Can we grow stronger within seven days? Strong enough to withstand the Outer Darkness head-on?"
As her words fell, everyone sank into silence.
After enduring ancient pollution, bloodline tampering, and the loss of their origins, the living beings of present-day Douluo World had broken talents, poisoned souls, and crumbling foundations.
Their normal cultivation speed was agonizingly slow. In seven days, they could not achieve even the slightest leap in strength.
Tang Chen shook his head with a bitter smile, his Ancient Warhammer stained with dust.
"The gods altered the upper limits of all living beings, while darkness corrupted