That spectacular meteor shower of equipment instantly turned Dragon Soaring Dynasty's position from hell back into heaven.
"Holy shit! My family heirloom's back!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands clutched his familiar Breaking Army Battle Axe, his face flushed with excitement. He nearly kissed it.
"Quick! BUFF Team! Don't just stand there—get our buffs back up! Fuck, that scared the piss out of me!"
"Healers! Top off the front line! That bastard scared a chunk off my Health Bar!"
The channel descended into chaos as everyone scrambled to rearm. The joy of getting their gear back was even more thrilling than a Divine Artifact drop.
The Golden Tyrant's liquid-gold body shuddered violently. Thousands of pieces of equipment were forcibly torn from it, leaving its massive form visibly shriveled and its aura plunging to rock bottom.
Its face rippled violently with a mixture of rage, confusion, and fear.
"Mine... all mine... you... you can't..."
It let out a garbled roar. As greed incarnate, it could not understand how someone else had taken its possessions by the very same means!
"Quit whining. We're not done yet."
Dragon Soaring World cut off its wailing impatiently.
He looked at the golden monster struggling in vain. He had lost all interest in playing with it.
Without its collection, the Golden Tyrant was like a punctured balloon: nothing but an empty shell.
"Guild leader, its Energy Core is going out of control," Light Snow said, her voice calm once more. "It's trying to devour the entire Golden City to replenish itself."
No sooner had she spoken than the shriveled Golden Tyrant opened its mouth wide. A terrifying suction erupted from it, cracking the golden bricks beneath them and drawing them toward its mouth in streams of golden sand!
It meant to use the city it had created as