The assassin players were wrapped in Dark Blue Arc, creating afterimages as they moved, their speed significantly increased.
The pupils of the magic class turned into pure energy crystals, and their perception of elents, along with the spiritual power in their Sea of Consciousness, skyrocketed rapidly.
The effects of the potions were crazily stacking.
Frenzy Blood Potion, Overload Potion, Resonance Potion, Hurricane Potion... the Player Corps were like a powder keg ignited, each person erupting with energy storms of different attributes.
"Crush them!" The Divine King roared again with uncontrollable excitent.
The life-overdrafting frenzy began under the cost-unconcerned burst!
A million streams of energy in different colors converged into a destructive torrent enough to engulf the battlefield.
Roars echoed across the Domain as a new round of assembly charge began.
Facing the million-strong players in their pri, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit wanted to wield the Black Tide to launch a wave of resistance but had already realized that the situation had completely spiraled out of its control.
The war in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range continued even after the players disappeared.
With the main brain controlling the Insect Race, once it lost the Player Clan mbers as targets, it redirected entirely towards the Black Tide Demonic Spirits under its control.
It simply couldn't abandon the Tower, transferring all its combat power back to the Giant Domain battlefield.
Facing the relentless Insect Race assaults from the Phantom Swamp, it needed ti for strategic deploynt and to gradually redirect its Strength.
But... the Player Clan obviously wouldn't give it ti to prepare.
The battlefield torrent ford by a million players instantly turned into a at grinder, with the collision of flesh and elents creating roars that rolled the golden sand sea backward.
The frontline warriors advanced fearlessly, the heatwave of Qi-Blood shattering the Insect Race shells, while the rear-line magic players raised their hands, covering the sky with dazzling elental colors, transforming into torrents that crashed to the ground, plowing grooves with smoldering smoke across the Black Tide.
For every inch the player's frontline advanced, limbs flew, blood mist stead, and countless Insect Race and Evil Spirits were ground into powder by the torrent.
The power of the Player Clan's instant eruption, it was powerless to stop.
The battle cries shook the already precarious Domain, starting to crumble.
A player smashed a giant claw of the Insect King with a punch, another stepped onto a comrade's shoulders to leap into the air, tearing apart Evil Spirits... wherever the torrent passed, the golden sand sea churned into a vortex.
The player's expressions reflected in the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's eyes.
Excitent, joy, exhilaration... they roared, crushing everything in their path, like a fierce tide determined to swallow every enemy.
At this mont, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit stood dumbfounded in place.
It seed to see the faint figure of the Player Clan's Mysterious Commander, who had been hiding in the shadows, erging now, placing a piece on the tactical chessboard that reversed the battlefield's fate, then looking up with a smile:
"Checkmate!"
As the fingers lightly tapped the chessboard, the fallen white piece transford into a million light blades, cutting apart the battle sche it had ticulously woven.
It realized it had lost.
The joy of impending victory in its heart instantly disintegrated.
Looking at the collapsing situation, the unwillingness boiled like magma, scorching each thread of pride but powerless to gather retaliatory strength.
The mbers of the Player Clan, who had just been considered remnants, within monts, transford into a blazing fla sweeping the battlefield, burning all its efforts to ash.
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit's figure still hovered above the Tower platform, its heart filled with the bitterness of defeat, followed by bone-eroding fatigue, and despair of being crushed despite exhausting all its sches.
Once again, it lost to the Player Clan's Mysterious Commander.
Every ti, it was such.
Always monts before victory, a reversal piece would appear, breaking down its entire layout in various ways.
The five Evil Eyes hovering behind, the light they emitted slowly dimd.
The five-in-one augntation mode followed suit in disbanding.
The Earth Thought Evil Spirit floated above the Tower, observing from the Perception View, the battlefield filled with the glow of a million players burning like knives piercing its pupils, shattering the illusion of victory it was about to touch.
Its fingers pierced into its palm, black blood dripped through the fingers, corroding sizzling pits on the platform.
The black mist surrounding the Tower boiled with the emotion of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit but could no longer stir up waves of destruction.
It wanted to roar, wanted to tear everything before its eyes to pieces, but the unprecedented fatigue left it immobile.
Again it was so.
Countless scenes flashed in its mind.
It recalled the searing pain from Abyssal Trial's lava, rembered the humiliation of being sched against in its first encounter with the Player Clan's Mysterious Commander... and countless nights of reviewing battles alone afterward.
It had tried hard to progress, using failures as nourishnt, refining itself into the most perfect war-commanding machine.
But why could that Commander hidden in the shadows always stay one step ahead?
Why every ti it thought it saw through the situation, the opponent could always reveal a new trump card?
Why, despite giving its all, was it even hard to force the opponent to reveal their true form?
The black cracks spread beneath its feet, like its shattered pride.
The Tower, feared by all races of the Monster World and representing the Black Tide's power source, at this mont dimd like an ember about to burn out, along with the Earth Thought Evil Spirit's emotions.
"Ha."
It suddenly laughed.
The laugh was hoarse and dry.
Once again defeated.
Not defeated by Strength, not by luck, but by that being who always plans flawlessly, defeated by that battlefield monster who never bothers to reveal its face.
In the Giant Domain battlefield, the Black Tide began to retreat, the evil spirits let out wailing cries.
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