The cold wind of the Changbai Mountains whipped broken snow against their faces, stinging their skin.
The players on the defensive line stared wide-eyed at the fifty figures standing at the very front.
The humanoid beings looked deeply strange. Their skin was smooth as the finest white jade, without a single pore. Golden wheels floated behind them, turning slowly, while the energy they radiated made the surrounding air feel thick.
"Guild leader, where did you find these reinforcements?"
A Yan Country player wiped ice crystals from the corner of his eye, his voice trembling. "I feel like any one of them could turn me to dust in an instant."
"Quiet. Judging by their auras, they're at least Demigods... No, they might even be God Tier!" The player called guild leader pressed a finger to his lips, afraid he might disturb the terrifying figures above and get them all killed.
High in the sky, the Four-Winged Demigod projection's savage expression froze.
He stared at the Source Realm Divine Guard in the lead, the one radiating an aura of temperance.
Before this being, he could feel the Divine Might within him shrinking back. His once-surging law of annihilation seemed to have met its natural enemy and now moved with painful resistance.
"Cheap tricks! You're nothing but a pack of alchemical puppets!"
The Four-Winged Demigod roared, trying to bolster his courage.
His wings beat fiercely, and he turned into a streak of dazzling gold. The massive sword of light in his hand swept up a hundred-meter arc of sword energy and came down on the Divine Guard at the front.
"Holy Verdict Greatsword, shatter them!"
He poured all the Origin Essence he had accumulated into that strike, hoping to kill the Divine Guard in one blow and save face.
Then something strange happened.