Despair

In the conference room, Cang Lao sighed. "The realm where gods dwell is ultimately beyond the reach of us mortals."

"In an instant, he destroyed all our strength. It could be said that the Dragon Emperor Douluo's power is something we have never seen or even heard of before."

"In historical records, perhaps the only real event that could compare to this was that of the Tang Sect's founder, Sea God Tang San."

After Cang Lao finished speaking, the conference room remained silent.

Indeed, the Dragon Emperor Douluo had already risen to a level comparable to Sea God Tang San. How could they possibly hope to defeat such an existence?

Mo Lan seemed to realize something. "No, that's not right. None of this could have been my brother's doing. Besides, the Sea God is his father. Why would he do such things?"

Hearing her words, one of the middle-aged men said in a strange tone, "Didn't you hear him? He said he wanted to sacrifice the continent in blood to ascend as a Divine King. Before power, how many people can avoid losing themselves?"

Mo Lan was so angry that she laughed. "Elder Xu, what do you mean by that? Are you saying that the master of Sea God Pavilion and the master of the Tang Sect lack firm will? Or are you denying the judgment behind Shrek and the Tang Sect's ten-thousand-year legacy?"

"Think whatever you want." Elder Xu's expression was somewhat disdainful.

"Enough!" A voice came from the head seat. "There is no point discussing this now. Whether he is the Dragon Emperor Douluo or someone else is meaningless."

"What matters is that we have no ability to contend against him at all."

Cang Lao immediately said, "Then are we just going to watch helplessly? The continent's strongest are still fighting. They have not given up, so how can we give up?"

"We are the Federation government, the hope in the eyes of the people. If we give up in the face of this calamity, then the people of this world will truly be finished!"

The person at the head seat fell silent. After a long while, he finally said, "Then tell me, what can we do?"

That was right. What could they do now?

The torrential rain, red as blood, continued to wash over everything—and to scour at every person's nerves.

Every place without defensive equipment had already met with disaster. As for all the remaining cities, once their energy ran out, only destruction awaited them.

The front lines had collapsed, the armies had been routed, and the strong had been severely wounded. This calamity had come far too quickly...

In one city, a man stood on the street, looking at the energy barrier stretched across the sky. Naturally, he also saw the blood rain outside.

A forging badge hung from his shoulder, marked with six stars.

Six stars represented that he was a master-level forging grandmaster.

His name was Mang Tian, and he was in Eastsea City.

Eastsea City was merely a small city, so its energy supply was naturally weak. The energy barrier overhead had already begun to flicker.

Mang Tian did not know what had happened, but everyone could sense that ominous feeling.

Mang Tian shook his head and turned to walk into his house.

In truth, it had to be said that this Mang Tian had once taught a legend...

Heavenly Spirit City. A boy leaned against the window and looked outside. Slowly, he said, "Sister, they'll defeat that demon, right?"

The girl behind him stroked his head. "They definitely will. Don't worry, everything will pass."

"Okay." Lin Fengyu nodded. "Once that demon is defeated, I'll be able to go out. I want to apply to Shrek Academy and truly become a powerful Soul Master!"

"Alright." Lin Xingxuan smiled. "Then I'll wait for you to become a powerful Soul Master and come protect me."

Looking at the blood-red world outside, Lin Xingxuan silently thought, Xiao Feng, no matter what happens, your sister will face it with you.

Blood rain was also falling in the Star Luo Empire, where several figures stood shoulder to shoulder.

They were the empire's heir, Tiger King Dai Yueyan; Dragon King Long Yue; Fox King Su Mo; Phoenix King Lin San; Shadow King Teng Teng; Spirit King Dai Yuner; Wolf King Hua Lantang; and Tower King Ye Zhi.

The Star Luo fleet that had previously set out to support Douluo had likewise been destroyed by the blood rain.

Quite a few Star Luo citizens had already been assimilated by the blood rain.

Dai Yuner prayed silently, whispering the name held in her heart.

He had created many miracles.

She believed that this time, a miracle would surely appear as well. It definitely would.

"I think I had a dream. When I woke from that dream, only a few of my clansmen remained. I was furious and wanted to lead them in revenge."

"So, our plan began..."

"During that process, I developed human emotions. I came to know joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. I could feel pain and sadness, and I even learned how to love."

"To love myself, to love those around me, and most of all, to love him."

"Thinking about it now, it only feels like those days passed so quickly."

"I used to think time was far too long. But why, now, am I so reluctant to part with it?"

"I really want time to stop."

"To remain here forever."

"Then perhaps I wouldn't have to die?"

"How strange. Why have I suddenly become afraid of death? Clearly, I was never afraid of such things before."