The chilling fonts of the global emergency notification had not yet dissipated, and the team channel of the entire Dragon Soaring Dynasty had already completely exploded.
"What the fuck! What is the situation? The script is wrong!" Blood War Eight Wastelands hoisted his just-regained battle axe, tilted his head back, and looked at the demons dropping from the sky like dumplings, looking completely dumbfounded. "Weren't we supposed to be called out one by one? Why are you pulling out the whole family bucket directly?"
The previous second he was ecstatic about making a fortune, and the next second a Demon Legion was air-dropped right at his doorstep.
These roller-coaster-like ups and downs were so stimulating that they almost gave him a heart attack.
"Guild Master! The spatial waymark has solidified and cannot be reversed! According to preliminary scans, the number of demons descending in the first wave has already exceeded fifty thousand, and there are still endless reinforcements coming through the rift!" Light Snow's voice lost its usual composure and carried a hint of solemnity.
Fifty thousand!
Those were not fifty thousand wild boars, but fifty thousand demons from the Abyss!
That evil aura mixed with sulfur and the smell of blood alone was enough to make the thousands of players present breathless.
They had just experienced two demigod battles, and their status and potions were heavily depleted. Now, facing a legion of this scale, what were they going to use to fight?
"We're done for, we're totally screwed."
"What kind of epic-grade disaster film set is this? Should we prepare to delete our characters and run away?"
"Run my ass, how are we supposed to run? There are monsters everywhere in the sky and on the ground, we're surrounded!"
The panic spread even faster than the abyssal energy.
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