At this mont, the entire world was responding to Yun’s call, rushing from every corner to lend their support.
More and more people were gathering in Moonlight City, with flying players everywhere in the sky. Most of them could only fly at lower altitudes, while only a few masters could withstand the pressure from the World-Ending Formation and soar to greater heights.
Just then, a dazzling red light suddenly shone from the outer sky, temporarily dyeing the whole sky as bright as blood. The devouring speed of the World-Ending Formation plumted, and the boiling Demonic Qi gradually cald down, as if disrupted by so force.
"The dean is buying ti!" Yun imdiately understood!
Ti of Georgia possessed mystical ti abilities, but in front of seventy-two Demon Clan masters, it certainly couldn’t buy much ti.
Yun looked around at the dense crowd of players in Moonlight City and shouted loudly, "Everyone, use your ans to protect this piece of sky! This is our final opportunity!"
As soon as the words fell, the entire Moonlight City boiled over in an instant!
One by one, the players began to unleash their ans against that final patch of sky.
All sorts of Skill Radiances flew toward the last patch of sky, covering the land with brilliant colors.
A little boy took out a giant kite, and once it flew high, he cut the line, causing the kite to soar rapidly, vanishing into the clouds.
A player took out a small flag and waved it toward the sky, causing blue lines to fly out, winding their way toward the sky.
A beautiful female player leapt into a graceful ballet-like dance in the high sky, her movents like a swan. As she danced, feathers gathered from the void, flying toward that last patch of sky.
A biologist placed his fingers in his mouth and whistled, summoning nurous fla-covered pigeons from all directions, flapping their wings and chirping, flying toward the high sky.
Players from all walks of life, no matter what domain they ca from or what peculiar ans they controlled, used everything they had to protect the last patch of sky in The Second World.
Looking around, Moonlight City had transford into a sea of light, with countless rays shooting skyward and disappearing into the boundless clouds.
"xican players’ leader [Slohot], responding to the God of Slaughter’s call, has co to guard the final piece of sky in The Second World!" At that mont, a group of imposing players suddenly flew out from Moonlight City’s Teleportation Circle, surrounding a robust man like stars around the moon.
The robust man was a middle-aged man with a full beard and stubble, carrying a giant axe bristling with barbs on his shoulder. The armor he wore was also covered with spikes, his muscles were knotted, and his skin was a bluish-gray, clearly from one of the hundred Common Races, the Barbarian Race.
The robust man was xico’s famous master, Slohot, who founded xico’s largest guild and had won the annual Best Barbarian Player Award. Whether in individual strength or in backing power, he was quite formidable.
Several reporters were instantly drawn to this group, focusing their attention on Slohot and comnting, "Dear audience! Slohot once led the xican Legion, following Miyamoto Musashi, T.N.T, and the Pope—these three giants of warfare—to invade Hero’s Continent. He had a grudge with the God of Slaughter and now has unexpectedly put aside past grievances to protect the final piece of sky together..."
Slohot and his party made quite a grand spectacle, piercing through the densely packed low-altitude crowd in a mighty procession and flying into the vast, empty high sky, then spreading out to form a peculiar Formation.
Each mber within the Formation extended his palm, sending Energy into Slohot’s body. Following this, Slohot retrieved his giant axe and swung it powerfully at the sky, blow after blow.
With each chop, waves of strange Energy were injected into that last piece of sky.
"Turkish famous player [Werewolf Rampage], responding to the God of Slaughter’s call, has co to guard the final piece of sky in The Second World!" At that mont, another reporter’s exclamation ca from the Teleportation Circle’s direction!
As the words fell, a black-haired, yellow-skinned man flew up into the sky from the Teleportation Circle’s direction.
He was a Turkish-Chinese, who had achieved the best ranking in Turkey during a martial arts tournant, making it into the top 64 round-robin.
Now, he ca alone without saying a word, directly soaring skyward, disappearing into the vast sky!
Following this, masters from all over the world made their spectacular debuts!
Many reporters even stood by the Teleportation Circle, reporting specifically on the master players being teleported to Moonlight City.
"Canada’s top master [Xue Feng], responding to the God of Slaughter’s call, has co to guard the final piece of sky in The Second World!"
"Australian player leader [Dennosk], responding to the God of Slaughter’s call, has co to guard the final piece of sky in The Second World!"
"The UK’s number one female player [Arthur Artolia] responds to the God of Slaughter’s summons to defend the last sky of The Second World!"
"India’s fad expert, [Zi Xing], who once competed for the Best Newcor Award alongside the God of Slaughter and Thunder God, has also arrived in Moonlight City!"
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"Boom~" At this mont, the sky was filled with thunder and lightning. Countless bolts of lightning suddenly erupted from the void, forming a gigantic electric net, instantly covering the last piece of sky.
The dazzling electric light illuminated the entire world, overshadowing the skills of countless players, as if nature were displaying its heavenly might.
After the gigantic electric net enveloped that piece of sky, it rged with Thunder God’s blue bubble, Pharaoh’s golden script, and the Heavenly Dao’s light of Open Heaven, showing its power was on the sa level.
Everyone looked up, and among the pervasive thunder light, a man with a majestic aura faintly descended.
He wore a robe, lightning flickered around his body, and he actually held a bolt of lightning in his hand.
Lightning is a fleeting natural phenonon, filled with the furious power of destruction, yet he held it as if it were a scepter, a weapon.
"God of Slaughter, long ti no see." The man looked down at Huang Yi, greeted him lightly, then descended before him, joining the small circle with Thunder God, Pharaoh, and Heavenly Dao, inaccessible to outsiders.
"Pope, long ti no see." Huang Yi’s expression turned solemn as he nodded respectfully to the newcor.
The newcor was none other than the Pope!
The Pope had always been close to Miyamoto Musashi and T.N.T and was one of the three main planners invading Hero Empire. However, he did not join the Demon Clan like the other two, instead, staying on the sidelines with a vague attitude. Huang Yi had only listed Miyamoto Musashi and T.N.T as the World’s Enemy back then, not considering the Pope.
After the national war on Hero’s Continent ended, the Pope vanished, focusing on perfecting his Thunder Empress inheritance.
Among The Second World’s Ten Great Artifacts, his Thunderbolt Staff had the most sluggish restoration progress, wielded the smallest power. To this end, he ventured into the Southern Hemisphere’s ocean’s most perilous area—into the Feyma Trench, seeking the Thunder Empress’s palace remnants to perfect his inheritance.
The Feyma Trench is the deepest part of The Second World’s ocean, lacking specific information even in Oskan Royal Academy’s library. Historically, several renowned adventurers had explored the trench, but they never returned.
The Pope returned this ti in great spirits, evidently achieving substantial results.
Thunder God patted the Pope’s lightning-illuminated shoulder, eyed the lightning in the Pope’s hand, laughing: "I sohow feel that you are more suitable to be called Thunder God?"
Heavenly Dao also stared at the lightning in the Pope’s hand, saying: "The lightning you have is that half staff that was your trademark treasure back in the day, right? Now it has taken this form. I wonder how far along its restoration progress is?"
The Pope thrust the lightning in his hand towards the sky, imdiately sending a thick bolt of lightning upwards, piercing the high-altitude clouds, a thunderous boom erupting. He then said: "This Thunderbolt Staff has been restored to the stage of a Sub-Divine Artifact, comparable to your Sky-Splitting Spear, just a step away from becoming a Finished Divine Artifact."
After speaking, the Pope stared directly at Heavenly Dao, eyes slightly narrowed, saying: "Heavenly Dao, we lost the Hero’s Continent war because you surrendered. I have never been convinced by it. I always believed that even if I were to lose, it should happen via combat on the battlefield, not in such a manner. I co this ti rely to defend The Second World, not to reconcile with you."
Heavenly Dao nodded: "I understand. If you seek revenge, I am always ready for it."
Huang Yi glanced at Heavenly Dao and the Pope, saying: "Let’s not speak of this, and survive this crisis first!"
The Pope glanced at Huang Yi and fell silent.
Afterwards, more and more experts gathered in Moonlight City; anyone of notable significance responded to Huang Yi’s summons, utilizing their skills to defend that last piece of sky.
With the full support of countless Heaven-Sent n, this last piece of sky stabilized once more, fending off the World-Ending Formation’s invasion.
The sky had now beco a kaleidoscope, like an impressionist painting, with myriad abilities imbued upon it.
The primary contributors, however, were those dozens of Guardians of the Divine Domain from Hero Empire in the high sky, whose divine power aura resisted most of the World-Ending Formation’s impact.
Yet no one could fully guarantee this sky could always block the World-Ending Formation. The Dean is out in space, using the Ti of Georgia to buy people more ti, life unknown. Should anything happen to him, dire consequences would be unforeseeable.
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