At those words, a vein bulged on Wan Lan's forehead.
"Well, thank you so much for the comfort."
Seeing that the battle was settled, Wang Jianshe burst into laughter.
"Everyone, the people of the Present World are still waiting for news of our victory. I'll head back first to give them the good news."
The Sun Project, which blotted out the sky, returned along the route it had taken, bringing news of victory to countless people waiting in the darkness.
The people of the Present World, shrouded in darkness, could only watch the Doomsday Tower flicker restlessly like a flashing red disco ball.
Before the Sun departed, the Present World Union had issued an emergency notice, informing them of the event that would decide the Present World's survival and asking them to pour all their strength into the River of Forgetfulness, then wait for the soldiers at the front to return with news of victory.
At the same time, they were to prepare for a prolonged battle in the darkness.
So the moment the Sun left and night fell, everyone looked expectantly toward the Doomsday Tower.
Although they could not see the distant battle, they knew that the Doomsday Tower was closely tied to the fate of the Present World. They could only use it to judge how the fighting at the front was going.
They watched the red progress bar soar, even reaching eighty-nine percent at one point, before rising and falling, moving up and down.
Like the heart of the Present World, it beat without pause.
"Honestly, when the progress bar shot up to eighty-nine, I lost all hope. But now that it's at sixty-eight percent, I think we can make it again."
"It should be over by now. Haven't you noticed the progress bar hasn't moved for