Strength Race, A Good Hand of Cards

The second realm, Brightmoon Highland.

The spacetime secret realm enveloped the area and gathered dozens of Strength race Venerates.

"What's going on, Ayra?" Kazdo's expression was tense, his imposing figure towering larger than Ayra, despite both being Sovereign Venerates.

The strength of the Strength race was easily discernible from their physique.

"I'm not sure either. The connection suddenly cut off." Ayra furrowed her brows. "There might be trouble on the Sky race's side in the Hidden Ancestral Realm."

"Quick, contact them! We've only made it halfway here, and the most crucial Supreme experts haven't even been transported yet. The plan can't proceed at all!" Kazdo's eyes widened.

"They're not responding." Ayra also looked anxious.

The plan was flawlessly arranged, especially with everything going smoothly up until the moment when the dimensional pathway abruptly disconnected.