Chapter 941: A Fruitless Response to the Calamity (Requesting Monthly Votes)

The Star River manifests, in the Sacred Domain, Silver Wing Ancient City.

Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor, who was in meditation, suddenly awakened.

It was Yin Can, the leader of the Silver Wing clan, coming to report the battlefield situation at the Star Ruins front—recently, matters there had grown numerous.

He glanced once, and his expression darkened instantly.

This was a starlight message from Hu Yu, a True Person of the Tiger Spirit Clan, offering his apologies.

The four True Persons of the Silver Wing Clan sent to reinforce them were slain in this battle again!

Including one Nine-Catastrophe and one Eight-Catastrophe!

No message reached them before their deaths!

After just one glance, Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor, was filled with rage.

The Star Ruins battlefield had become a bottomless pit—since three or four months ago, the True Persons and Star Commanders of the Silver Wing Clan had been dying nonstop.

The clan members he dispatched had grown increasingly stronger.

Yet even the Silver Wing Clan’s Nine-Catastrophe True Person had perished.

Although the Silver Wing Clan’s space Nine-Catastrophe True Persons were still fundamentally Nine-Catastrophe in strength, their space star arts were elusive and highly mobile, making them extraordinarily difficult to track and kill.

“Can’er, didn’t you instruct them to act with caution before deployment?” asked Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor.

Yin Can, leader of the Silver Wing Clan, hurriedly replied, “I did, Saint Ancestor—I ordered them to proceed with caution, to pair up in twos, and specifically to pair the strongest with the strongest.”

“Theoretically, a Nine-Catastrophe and Eight-Catastrophe traveling together could easily retreat even if they encountered an Emperor!”

“Yet they were slain!”

“A Nine-Catastrophe!”

“How many True Persons of our Silver Wing Clan have died recently on the Tiger Spirit and Red Blade Star Islands?” Yin Jiu’s voice brimmed with fury.

“More than twenty, right?”

“Saint Ancestor, I also find this deeply strange!”

“The losses among our clan members on other battlefronts are within normal limits—only the casualties on the Red Blade and Tiger Spirit Star Islands are alarmingly high!” said Yin Can.

“Shall I go myself?”

Do you want to be surrounded by Human Emperor-level experts? Under current conditions, due to the Star Calamity, all sides have begun deploying Emperor-level experts on the star islands—but only as stationed forces, and only Small and Mid Prohibition Emperors are allowed, and even then, they do not directly engage in combat.

“I understand.”

Good that you understand! Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor, rose and gazed into the boundless Star River. If Emperor-level experts from all sides begin recklessly unleashing their full power, it signals the arrival of the Killing Calamity and the Great Reordering.

“For past losers, this Killing Calamity and Great Reordering are their best chance to turn the tide.”

“But for us, the rulers of the Sacred Domain and Great Worlds, the Killing Calamity and Great Reordering mean chaos—and the risk of losing everything.”

“Thus, all sides have tacit agreements.”

“Except for the forces already stationed at the Star Ruins, the number of Grand Prohibition Emperors must not increase.”

“That’s why, recently, I only sent you the weakest among you—Yin Zheng.”

“By the way, has there been any word yet on Yin Zheng’s hunt for the scoundrel who killed my direct bloodline?” asked Yin Jiu.

“Not yet.”

“So long?”

Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor, was displeased.

“Saint Ancestor, I’ll immediately send a special message to inquire,” said Yin Can.

In the next instant, the intricate patterns on Yin Can’s silver wings began to glow strangely, and so did his space prohibition source stream.

After several breaths, Yin Can frowned. “No response.”

No sooner had he spoken than his gaze sharpened, worry flashing in his eyes. “Saint Ancestor, a few days ago, Yin Zheng reported to me that he detected the target active in the Tiger Spirit and former Red Blade Star Island regions, and was waiting for an opportunity.”

Now, the Nine-Catastrophe and Eight-Catastrophe clan members on Tiger Spirit Island have been slain.

Could Yin Zheng also…”

At these words, even Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor, grew grave.

The death of a True Person, though a heavy loss, could still be compensated with sufficient resources.

An Emperor was different—extremely reliant on insight.

The Silver Wing Clan had so few Emperors; losing even one would be a devastating blow.

In the next instant, mysterious energy surged around Yin Jiu, and his eyes suddenly revealed a brilliant river of stars; a flash of starlight then pinpointed a shimmering silver river of the Dao.

After one glance, he exhaled in relief.

“Yin Zheng’s prohibition source stream has not returned to its origin—his position still exists. He is currently unharmed; perhaps he encountered some issue. Contact him again in a few days,” said Yin Jiu, the Silver Wing Saint Ancestor.

Hearing this, Yin Can, leader of the Silver Wing Clan, asked again, “Saint Ancestor, what of the front lines?”

“The front lines?”

After long contemplation, Yin Jiu spoke slowly: “Issue orders: from this moment, all Silver Wing Clan scouts on the Star Ruins front must exercise double caution. Everyone must fight in pairs—preferably in threes, never less than two.”

Yin Can stared in shock. “Saint Ancestor, if we do this, our scouts’ reconnaissance efficiency will—”

Yin Jiu glanced at Yin Can. “If our Silver Wing Sacred Clan perishes, what use are more territories or battle achievements to us?”

“Study the battle reports carefully—see if our clan’s casualties have doubled, tripled, quadrupled recently!”

“The Star Calamity is coming—our Silver Wing Sacred Clan cannot be the first to fall prey!”

“To fall too early is to achieve nothing!”

Yin Can instantly grew solemn.

“Achieve nothing!”

Did that mean the Silver Wing Sacred Clan would be wiped out?

That was absolutely unacceptable!

In an instant, Yin Can vanished, setting out to implement the Saint Ancestor’s orders.

Why should only the Silver Wing Sacred Clan suffer so many deaths?

Why?

In the Star Ruins sky, thunderous calamities struck one after another—Zhu Linxiao, breaking through, struggled to cope.