At this moment, the players in the distance who had been dumbfounded finally came back to their senses.
The crowd surged this way like floodwaters bursting through a dam.
Blood War Eight Wastelands was, sure enough, at the very front. His heavy armor made him look like a tank as he ran, shaking the ground with every step.
"President! President, are you okay?!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands rushed over and slammed on the brakes, nearly planting his face into the ground.
Without even bothering to wipe his sweat, he stared wide-eyed at the altered blade in Dragon Soaring World's hand, practically drooling.
"I'm fine. I won't die."
Dragon Soaring World slung the blade over his shoulder. "Look at you. Weren't you yelling pretty fiercely just now?"
"I was worried you'd wipe out!" Blood War Eight Wastelands chuckled as he circled Dragon Soaring World, his face full of amazement. "That strike just now... damn, it split open the sky! And why did the blade turn white? Is this what Divine Artifact evolution looks like?"
Light Snow also caught up. Though she was still out of breath, she had already raised her recording board, her professionalism in full force.
"President, the battlefield statistics are in. Also, the presidents of the major guilds are messaging us to ask what the 'Original Sin Core' is, and about the 'War Baptism' buff..."
"Make them wait."
Dragon Soaring World waved his hand, cutting off Light Snow's report.
He swept his gaze over the growing crowd around him.
Those faces held excitement, worship, and exhaustion and anticipation that could not be hidden.
Everyone had fought with everything they had.
For points, for equipment, and for pride.
Dragon Soaring World grinned and directly activated the regional loudspeaker.
"Brothers!"
That shout drowned out all the noisy discussions around them.