On a solitary peak far from Shrek City, fierce winds howled, yet they could not disperse the suffocating oppression.
The Bear Emperor stood with his arms folded, his massive body like an unshakable iron tower. As he gazed at the ruins ravaged by a storm of black energy in the distance, profound regret flickered in his eyes.
"What a pity..."
His muffled voice rumbled like thunder. "That strike was astonishingly powerful, but in the end, it still failed to wipe out Shrek's people."
"That Tang Wulin... actually managed to carry two Class Twelve Fixed Soul Cannon Shells ten thousand meters into the sky. Though he was at the center of the explosion and his fate is unknown, Shrek's main forces... are still alive."
Beside him, the Charm Empress's gaze remained seductive and icy. She gently tidied her windblown hair, a scornful sneer curling her lips.
"As expected."
She said coolly, "After all, the Holy Spirit Cult falls far short of our Abyss Plane."
"If Shrek were really so easy to destroy, the Holy Lord wouldn't have ordered our Abyss to give its full assistance, even throwing in two precious Class Twelve Godslaying Bombs."
"Those Evil Soul Masters are nothing more than rats that cannot show their faces in polite company."
While the two conversed, a refined male voice suddenly sounded behind them.
The voice was warm and smooth as jade, yet carried a chill that seemed to rise from the bottom of an abyss, sending shivers down their spines.
"Indeed, you saw it yourselves."
A slender figure slowly emerged from the shadows. His face was handsome and his bearing otherworldly, but his eyes were as unfathomable as an endless abyss.
The Scheming Emperor.
The brains of the Abyss Plane, and the chief architect of this operation.
He walked to the