"Impossible! How could there be so many spatial rifts! Has the twelve thousand years of operation by the Ye Clan come to naught?!"
In a corner of the Ghost Lamp, in a valley, several patrolling elders of the Ye Clan had ashen faces.
They had just finished a battle, successfully sniping a small squad of invaders.
But the cost they paid was not insignificant, as the Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits around them were all scarred, with not a single one unscathed.
"The weakest is also an Unlimited Foetus..."
An elder, clutching his severed arm, said with a look of despair,
"There are also large numbers of Shining World Fetuses, Holy Saint Embryos, and natives of the Abyss being steamrolled. The war has spread to extremely distant places..."
Another elder, holding a command talisman in his trembling hand, said,
"The Elder who we were directly in contact with has lost contact, and I fear he is dead."
"What do we do? What can we do?"
