But now, their mountain of support had crumbled, and the Divine Realm was gone.
Even the great Lord Tang San whom they worshipped could barely save himself now.
Chen Lan froze in place. The anger drained entirely from his face, leaving only bewildered disbelief and a crushing heaviness.
The Sea God he had worshipped his entire life had actually met such an end.
Di Tian regarded the two calmly, his voice unruffled.
"The barriers of the Abyss Plane have long since begun encroaching on the continent.
The Far North, the Deep Sea, and every weak point between planes are potential threats. The Divine Realm has no time to spare, and the gods have no strength to send aid.
So from this day forward, the Douluo Continent has nothing left to lean on.
The only ones who can save this world are ourselves."
As Di Tian finished speaking, both men sank into thought.
In the Far North, beneath an icebound sea ten thousand fathoms deep.
The dark undersea canyon lay deathly still and cold. Ice ten thousand years thick shut out the daylight, leaving the entire stretch of sea steeped in oppressive gloom.
The Demon Empress led Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao, Zhongli Wu, and Feng Ling through warped space, landing steadily on the icy rock.
Already gravely wounded, Zhongli Wu's aura faltered the moment he landed, and he collapsed into a sitting position, unable to rise.
Feng Ling was equally listless, barely keeping herself upright as she stood guard beside him.
Deep within the canyon, Han Ying's shadowy projection waited quietly.
Seeing them arrive, the projection bowed slightly.
"The Holy Monarch knows that you are injured and specially sent me with medicine to heal you."
With that, four pitch-black Abyss Origin Pearls floated into view, carrying the cold, domineering aura of