Unless, a miracle happens.

"What should I do?"

"Are we just waiting to exterminate the clan?"

A group of elders of the Spirit Lord were filled with grief and anger, and an atmosphere of despair was spreading.

The Spirit Lord looked complicated and suddenly said, "Unless the people I sent out before found the power to save our spiritual race, our spiritual race will most likely die this time."

"Ah..." After saying that, she sighed faintly and said bitterly: "The spiritual race has been passed down to my generation. I didn't expect it to be destroyed in my hands, and I have no face to face the ancestors of the spiritual race."

"Saint, isn't you going out to seek support for a sense of strength?"

An elder spoke with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

When everyone woke up, they all saw a glimmer of hope in their eyes. Perhaps, the Spirit Clan still has hope?

But the Spirit Lord shook his head bitterly: "Everyone's hope is also my expectation, but unfortunately I told you that a year ago, I had already lost telepathic contact with my sister."

"What?"

This time it was a big fuss. All the senior elders of the spiritual race changed their faces and showed despair. They were all over.
Chapter completed!