At this mont, there were quite a few other people around, and when they heard the dean’s voice, they all turned their heads to look over.
"What’s happening?" Huang Yi quickly asked.
The dean looked up at the boundless black sky, swallowed, and said tremblingly, "This is the World-Ending Formation! The Demon Clan is going to refine the entire Second World!"
"The World-Ending Formation?!" Huang Yi heard a familiar na.
Last ti, when the Seven Archdemons invaded the Second World, four demonic demigods led a group of top-level sky domain experts to set up a World-Ending Formation, intending to refine the Hero Empire.
The World-Ending Formation has a total of seventy-two formation eyes, each one a master from the Demon Clan. The stronger the seventy-two masters setting the formation, the more powerful the refinent effect. Last ti, the range of the annihilation array included only the Hero Empire. Later, Huang Yi and others killed so of the Demon Clan masters who were setting the formation and managed to break that formation.
"Then we must quickly kill so of the Demon Clan masters setting the formation to break it!" Huang Yi said hurriedly.
"This ti it’s impossible!" The dean shook his head, a hint of despair in his eyes, "I just went up personally to try and stop them from setting up this World-Ending Formation, but almost instantly was struck down. If it weren’t for my divine artifact protecting , I’d probably be dead now. This ti, the Demon Clan has used 36 Void God level beings and 36 demigods to set up the World-Ending Formation. This even includes avatars of the Six Great Demon Kings and four space envoys from the Space Temple. Those four space envoys are most adept at spatial abilities, and their participation in setting up the World-Ending Formation makes it more powerful, completely sealing the space around the Second World and cutting off any contact with the outside world. This ti, the entire Second World, all living beings, all races, everything, is to be trapped here, refined into nothingness! There is no way to save it!"
After listening to the dean’s words, the surrounding crowd’s expressions changed dramatically, exclaiming one after another.
"How is this possible?"
"Are we all going to die here?"
"Is there no solution?"
...
"We have so many strong guardians in the Hero Empire, can’t they stop them?" At this mont, a player from the Hero Empire couldn’t help but ask the dean.
The dean shook his head and said, "The guardians of the Hero Empire cannot leave the Second World to fight them in outer space. They can at most resist the refining power from within the Hero Empire, delaying the ti it takes for the Second World to be refined, but they cannot change the final outco."
"No wonder the demonic forces in the First World suddenly beca depleted; it turns out they were transferred to the Second World. I’m going up to take a look myself." As Huang Yi spoke, he imdiately flapped his Wings of Freedom and Wings of the Sun Chaser, and flew rapidly into the sky.
By now, most of the sky within view had already turned completely black, even darker than a night without stars or a moon. Although it is dark at night, it doesn’t give a suffocating feeling, but the blackness in the sky now was solid demonic qi, locking the Second World into a confined space. The higher he flew, the more oppressive the feeling beca, as if flying towards a massive black wall, ready to crash into.
As he flew, Huang Yi felt increasing pressure; his wings flapped slower and slower, the burden on his body grew heavier and heavier, as if an invisible force in the sky was pressing down, trying to force everything to the ground.
Finally, when he reached 50,000 kiloters above ground, Huang Yi could go no further, a thousand pounds of force pressing down on him. No matter how hard his wings worked, he couldn’t ascend any higher. If he stopped flapping his wings, he would be rapidly crushed to the ground by that imnse pressure, turned to pulp.
Huang Yi knew he had reached his limit and could ascend no more.
Usually, world-level experts above level 250 could easily fly beyond 100,000 kiloters into space given so ti. The higher they flew, the thinner the air beca, reducing resistance and allowing for faster ascent. The last 50,000 kiloters would take less than a tenth of the ti of the first 50,000 kiloters.
But now, the phenonon was reversed; the higher he flew, the slower his speed beca.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasping for breath as he looked up.
The endless blackness above was even more terrifying, boundless and inescapable.
...
In outer space around the Second World, seventy-two demonic domain experts had surrounded the entire planet in a specific formation, forming an unshakable superformation.
Each of these domain experts exuded imnse demonic qi, every single one a demonic overlord capable of destroying a small world, with countless legendary epics left behind. Slaying any one of them would be as difficult as ascending to the heavens, and dreaming of killing all seventy-two was pure fantasy; no power in the Mortal Realm could achieve it. Even the top-ranked top cosmic race, the Dream Tribe, would retreat when faced with such a formation.
Among these seventy-two formation eyes, the core ones were personally controlled by Void God avatars of the Six Great Demon Kings and the four divine envoys from the Heaven Realm.
"In just a while, we’ll completely seal off the Second World. By then, outsiders can’t get in, and insiders can’t get out. The Second World will be isolated from the universe and refined in our Void Furnace." The Dark King’s avatar said casually.
"Not absolutely," a space envoy waved his hand and said.
From inside the hood of the King of Hell erged a steady, unhurried voice: "No problem, I had already considered that place and have made arrangents, there will be no issues. What we really need to worry about is our microcosm; pulling you out all at once has destabilized it greatly. We must refine the Second World quickly and return to our microcosm."
"I’m afraid rapidly refining the Second World will be very difficult!" One of the space envoys looked down at the Second World, his gaze locking onto the small Central Continent, and said solemnly, "I sense that the Second World has dozens of divine domain experts, over ten Void Gods, and so even amaze , as if they are Mortal Gods and False Gods. Hasn’t the Second World been severely declining? How can there still be so many strong beings?"
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