The conjectures of the Yan Heavenly Clan's third elder were not impossible.
To have been born in the prism space and to lead his race to survive under heavens not their own, none of those leaders were simple characters.
With just these tiny threads of clues, he deduced such a situation, and one must acknowledge the profoundness of the third elder's strategical wisdom.
Zi Yi also pondered for a long time, her face showing a conflicted expression.
"Don't hesitate anymore, if we cut off an arm now we might still save our lives, but if we persist like this, when the time comes, we'll all be doomed, and even the ancestral powerhouse won't be able to save the many races of the prism space."
The Yan Heavenly Clan's third elder sighed, "Now everything must prioritize the continuation of our race, we do not have much time left."