[On the Wall of Dongjun, there is a drop of Dongjun's blood.]
"Heavenly Venerable, this is the Wall of Dongjun!" Hei Lu Martial Lord said, bowing his head.
The tens of thousands of Martial Lords from the Eastern Alliance all looked towards the Wall of Dongjun at that moment, their expressions filled with reverence.
"Dongjun is now resisting the Great Calamity alone, leaving only a drop of blood on the outside, which resides on the Wall of Dongjun to communicate with us," said a titled Martial Lord, his eyes conveying a complex look.
This complexity was mixed with self-reproach and reluctance.
Guilt over their inability to help Dongjun.
"On the Wall of Dongjun, one can glimpse a corner of the Great Calamity; I wonder how much longer Dongjun can hold on," Hei Lu Martial Lord said with concern.
With a wave of his hand, a window-like image appeared on the Wall of Dongjun.
Through the window, a scene emerged, with terrifying roars and growls that made one's soul tremble.