Qin Chuan stepped back onto Blue Star, and the Space Crack behind him snapped shut.
The God of Arrogance's shrieks were cut off in another dimension.
Above Magic City, the dark purple pillar of light and golden arch had become the most dazzling landmarks in the world.
The Teleportation Array outside the guild compound flashed frantically, spitting out wave after wave of players. The surviving elites from every war zone had crowded in.
"Line up! All of you, line the hell up! Stop pushing!"
Water God stood on high ground, elemental soldiers formed from dark currents behind him. They carried swords, staffs, machine guns, and rocket launchers—a blend of ancient and modern.
The sight was almost comical, but his distinctly divine aura kept the players from acting up.
Several players from the Western European War Zone ducked their heads and obediently joined the queue.
"God, how is Magic City in Yan Country still this intact?" A North American shield warrior swallowed as he looked at the orderly defenses around him. "Our defensive line collapsed ages ago. If Lord Night Cherry Tangle hadn't performed a Divine Miracle, we wouldn't even have had anywhere to retreat."
"Count yourself lucky." A player with blood all over his face gave a bitter smile. "Our South Asian War Zone is gone. Arrogance's floating Divine Kingdom came down, and tens of millions of players vanished without a trace. If a Blood God hadn't held the line there, we'd still be hiding in the sewers."
"I heard fewer than one in ten players worldwide survived. These monsters are insane."
"What's there to be scared of? The Main God turned their lair into a dungeon. This is our chance for revenge!"
The commotion outside grew louder by the moment.
Inside the Guild Hall.
Qin Chuan leaned back in