After finishing this statement, he became as silent as if he were dead, never to speak again.
The Holy Emperors waited for a moment, but when no further words came, the Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, confused by what he heard, couldn't hold back any longer:
"How do we intercept them one by one?"
"It's been half a year. If they launch an all-out attack now, with the remaining power of You Yuan, we might only withstand one last assault, and the Four Divine Pillars would then crumble."
The Great Infernal Ancestor chimed in, "We've done all we can. Next, do we just head back to the Abyss Island and wait for death one by one?"
The Seven Trees Emperor remained silent.
Even now, he didn't understand how to play this game.
In simple terms, it was nothing more than delaying death—holding off for half a year, a year, but could they endure for ten, a hundred years?
