The riot at the source of darkness came faster than anyone had imagined. In just one week, the throughput of dark creatures had exceeded its peak, which posed a certain obstacle to Ye Chen and Hua Xiyu's repair of the spatial rift.
Two weeks later, the repair of spatial rifts in various places had come to a standstill, and a large number of dark creatures emerged from them, putting too much pressure on the lords.
"This can't go on. The dark creatures are endless, but the casualties among our clans are too great!" a lord said worriedly. At this moment, the area near the source of darkness is a meat grinder, with tens of thousands of clansmen dying every day, and the replacement troops simply cannot keep up.
"Hold on a little longer. If it really doesn't work, we'll have to stop at two places and concentrate our forces to defeat them one by one!" another lord said.
"At present, although it is difficult, the spatial rifts can be repaired slowly. Once we evacuate, given the current throughput of the Dark Source, these spatial rifts will probably be torn open again very soon, leading to an even greater crisis than before!"
Most lords are only distressed by the casualties among their current kin, but if they really evacuate, a real crisis may be on the horizon.
Of course, these crises only apply to the Demon Flame Plane. For its lords, this is not their plane. If their own safety is threatened, they can simply leave the Demon Flame Plane and return to Earth.
However, this would mean the complete fall of the Demon Flame Plane, plunging countless beings there into eternal darkness.
“We can’t do it alone. We need to notify the native creatures of the Demon Flame Plane and ask them to come and help us. This is about saving their world, and we can’t do it alone!” Hua Xiyu said.
The Demon Flame Plane is not a completely fallen world; it still has its own native creatures surviving. Although their numbers are small, they are still relatively few compared to the entire plane. If it is only a matter of dealing with the basic source of darkness, it is enough.
The reason they hadn't been summoned before was because no lord had been born in the Demon Flame Plane, and killing dark creatures wouldn't earn them merit points. So they were allowed to focus on developing in the rear. Only some mid- to high-ranking warriors followed, while the majority patrolled the entire plane and rescued small planets on the verge of destruction.
Now that the repair of the spatial rift has fallen into crisis and there is no other way but to ask these native creatures for help, since this is to save their world and it is time for them to do their part.
In any plane of existence, there is no shortage of people with lofty ideals. There are traitors who are despised by others, but there are also people who are willing to give everything to protect what is right.
At this time, the native being who rules the Demon Flame Plane is a peak seventh-order sun god who wields blazing flames, accompanied by thousands of demigods who have survived from various planets.
This is the last high-level power in the Demon Flame Plane. Once all these gods have perished, there will be no more high-level power protecting the entire Demon Flame Plane.
"On behalf of the countless beings of the Demon Flame Plane, Mo Lun thanks you all for your contributions. The Demon Flame Plane is eternally grateful!" A demigod who wields the rules of the Demon Flame led his army in, stopping outside Ye Chen and Hua Xiyu's territory, and thanked the two of them.
"No need for pleasantries, let's focus on holding off these dark creatures first! Our lord will grant you the right to stay in your territory, and your people can come to our land to rest and recuperate. But if you cannot resist the dark creatures and repair the spatial rift, the Demon Flame Plane will face certain death!" Hua Xiyu said coldly.
Having experienced countless interdimensional wars and witnessed too many interdimensional beings resorting to any means to survive, her words were a warning to these beings of the Demon Flame Dimension: at this critical juncture of life and death, it was best not to have any inappropriate thoughts, otherwise they would evacuate immediately.
The demigods who have survived to this day are certainly not fools. Molun nodded solemnly, "Rest assured, gentlemen. We know that we will fight to the death to stop these dark creatures. If we are defeated, it is only natural for you to retreat. We only hope that you can take the seed of the Demon Flame Plane with you and leave behind a future!"
The tragic tone of his words weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. Regardless of whether what he said was true or false, it was an undeniable fact that once the source of darkness was breached, the Demon Flame Plane would cease to exist completely. Even if they could rescue and take away a group of people, how many could they take with them? In the end, it would only be the most vulnerable beings who would fall.
"If all of you demigods were to perish, who would be the next leader?" Ye Chen suddenly asked.
“It is Terella, the son of Giles, the sun god of the Flame Sea planet, who believes in light and hope. We believe he will be able to lead the Flame Plane to find new light!” Moron replied.
“I’ve heard of Giles. He’s a sun that’s even hotter and brighter than the current sun god. His son probably won’t be any less impressive. He’s a good choice!” Ye Chen said.
Having lived in the Demon Flame Plane for so many years, I know a bit about some of the more outstanding demigods among the native beings. Giles is one of the most righteous and powerful gods in the Demon Flame Plane. Before the Lord of Blue Star descended upon the Demon Flame Plane, he had already led the Demon Flame Plane to fight against darkness for countless years.
Unfortunately, they ultimately perished in the interdimensional war. By the time the Blue Star plane discovered this place and rushed to provide support, all that was left was a mess.
Many people say that if the Lord of Blue Star had arrived earlier, before Giles died, they might have been able to sweep away all the sources of darkness together, and Giles might have had the opportunity to break through to the eighth rank and become a true god.
Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs." Giles perished, and the entire Demon Flame Plane fell into disarray. It wasn't until another Sun God rose up that they had some power to resist. But in the end, they could only rely on the Blue Star Plane and struggle to survive under the protection of many lords. Completely repelling the darkness was extremely difficult.
"To be remembered by a great lord, I believe Terella would be very honored!" Moron complimented.
"Send a message to Terella, tell him to prepare for evacuation. If we really fail, we won't have much time to evacuate. How many lives we can take with us will be a race against time!"
“Having prepared for countless years, Terella knows what to do!”
"That's good!" Ye Chen nodded, glancing at the boundless starry sky. "Let's go fight! I hope we can all get back alive!"
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