Monsters Are Coming

The event officially opened, igniting excitement both inside and outside the game.

Players quickly used the spectating function to enter their favorite guild names and follow the matches from a free-angle perspective.

Among them, the Divine Hall Guild, where the Divine King belongs, became the focal point of the first event.

When the teleportation light faded, the Divine Hall Battle Group appeared on the battlefield.

The leading Divine King wore a black garment, the hem fluttering gently in the invisible airflow, standing atop the head of a Black-Armored Giant Snake, hands behind his back, gazing into the distance at the opposing guild entering the arena.

He is the anchor of the Divine Hall Battle Group, an indisputable soul core.

Behind him, members of the Divine Hall Battle Group stood respectfully.

Each is a war-honed Divine Weapon, their aura focused, eyes sharp, with energy within ready to erupt.

Just standing there, an aura of massacre, refined through fire and blood, hundreds of battles, unstoppable, soared into the sky, pressing down on opponents as if it were tangible.

As if declaring to the entire arena and all spectators: what is the strongest combat power of the Player Faction.

At this moment, the opposing battle group appeared, a small team of over a thousand.

When they looked up and saw the Divine King standing on the Black-Armored Giant Snake’s head, along with the fierce auras of the entire elite of the Divine Hall Guild, their expressions quickly turned fascinating.

"What the hell, how did this dog system match us, is it trying to knock us out right at the start?"

"We’ll fight them... Nah, this round is a total loss, how did we end up matched with Divine Hall, the guild leader said before we entered that we could at least win three matches, and now we can’t even get past the first, without any reward."

"Damn Star Network, those bastards, is this how they play us?"

"I’m furious, we were all set to hunt down small hundred-member guilds easily, and we ended up drawing the worst lot in the entire venue, luck worse than winning the lottery."

The battle hadn’t even started, yet seeing the identity of the opposing battle group instantly crushed their morale.

The outcome was obviously already determined.

Under absolute power suppression, no matter the tactics they play, it’s meaningless.

Thinking of the many spectators outside watching, this team’s leader eventually led a charge to death with his guild brothers, shouting towards the Divine Hall Team.

This scene made the outside spectators burst into laughter.

Everyone thought this guild was too unlucky to encounter championship contenders right at the start, falling at the event’s beginning.

This confrontation lasted less than 3 minutes before coming to an end.

The spectating players then dispersed, heading to other popular livestreams to continue watching.

Major elite guilds also began to display their divine skills.

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Magma Mountain Range battlefield.

The red mountains resembled the backbone of a giant dragon, winding across the earth.

Dark red lava flowed slowly in the gullies, with scorching steam hissing out from the rock crevices, twisting the air into rippling waves.

The War Symphony Guild, like a War Giant Beast awakened from the depths of a volcano, shattered the silence of this burning land.

Led by the guild leader "Steel Crown," they formed a massive wedge-shaped formation.

The frontline damage taker shield bearers knelt on one knee, their Giant Shields smashing into the ground with a thud, forming a steel line of defense.

The midline held spears as dense as a forest, obliquely pointing to the Sky Dome.

The rear line of Magic System and Support stood firm as mountains, already gathering beams of amplification and destruction.

The entire formation resembled a war machine cast as one, exuding an iron-blooded aura.

Even though they hadn’t engaged with the enemy yet, they were already prepared to face any powerful opponent, regardless of who it might be.

As the opponent’s silhouette emerged from beyond the mountains, the pent-up iron torrent started, turning the entire group into a meat grinder, crushing the opposing guild off the battlefield within three minutes.

Thousand Mountains Battlefield.

Numerous shattered islands suspended above the sea, connected by stone bridges or giant chains.

The gale howled between the islands, churning the thin clouds.

The members of Sky Dome Wings, led by the guild leader "Heavenly Profound Wings," spiraled layer upon layer, forming a slowly rotating gigantic three-dimensional wing formation.

High-ranked members slightly retracted their wings, like eagles gathering their Sharp Claws, poised to strike.

Low-ranked members glided with caution, weaving between the floating islands, forming an Angel Warband as if a Divine Country had descended.

Proclaiming that this sky over the Thousand Mountains Battlefield belonged under their wings.

When the enemy battle group appeared, Sky Dome Wings took the initiative to launch an assault, opening up a dimension-reducing strike.

The opposing battle group’s ranged attacks could not penetrate their Light Shield Barrier.

And as they completed the "Mark," they executed a rotary formation, suddenly unleashing a salvo of ranged fire.

In the perspective of the enemy battle group members below, the sky was instantly covered by dense light points, enlarging swiftly in their eyes.

This round of covering attack, like divine wrath descending, turned the ground to scorched earth, annihilating the enemy battle group entirely.

Dark Night Forest Battlefield.

Ancient towering trees interwove into a canopy that blocked out the sky and the sun; pale moonlight pierced through the leaves like sharp swords, casting dappled patches on the leaf-strewn ground.

The Mist was so thick it was almost tangible, flowing between the trees.

The Mist Army transformed into the shadow rulers of the forest.

The leader Ye Ming stood with his back to the guild members, alone in the shadow of a giant tree, while the Mingwu Clan warriors under his command all concealed themselves in Dusk Shadow stances within the surroundings.

Waiting for the opposing warband to appear, ready to unleash ultimate killing intent.

Yellow Sand Arena, Giant Statue Guild.

The scorching sun baked the boundless sand sea, with heat waves distorting the Horizon in the distance.

Weathered giant rocks were sporadically scattered within this natural arena, with bones buried in the sand and stones after brutal battles to the death.

The guild leader "Giant Rock" stood at the front of the Battle Formation like a mountain.

The members behind quickly formed a tight multi-layered ring Defense Formation.