The Final Sword

Lumine was still completely bewildered.

She had no idea what had happened.

How had she suddenly ended up in such a strange place?

Hadn't she just been at Yujing Terrace?

How...

Right, it was Mu Yang. It seemed that the frost shard of Mu Yang's had emitted a dazzling light.

Then she had arrived here...

Ying floated in midair, extending her hands. She seemed to be in a soul state.

She had been pulled into all kinds of spaces many times before.

But floating through the air as a spirit was still rather unusual.

Was that a battlefield below?

Ying's condition was rather peculiar, but she could still sense many Abyssal Demonic Beasts below.

There seemed to be five people fighting them...

"Could this be the Night Watcher War Sitrali mentioned?"

Ying did not choose to sit around and wait.

Perhaps she should go down and lend a hand, then ask what was going on.

She was not worried about her own safety. Zhongli was outside, after all.

On the battlefield, the terrain suddenly changed.

The formerly ruined Land of the Night God suddenly transformed into a fortress.

This seemed to be the rule of this battle.

"Do we have to destroy this castle?"

The Demonic Beasts around them began gathering toward the castle, forming line after line of defenses.

It seemed they really had to break through the Demonic Beasts' lines.

I thought we'd just start fighting. This feels so unfair, damn.

If they lose, they'll really die.

Come to think of it, after all these years, there must have been losses.

More than just losses. Look at how many Demonic Beasts there are. It feels like they lose more than they win...

Unlike the stunned players, Natlan's tribal warriors had long been mentally prepared.

No matter what