New Continent

Roland had not expected the wait to last five or six days.

During that time, the safe passage on Thunder Island had not stopped expanding. On the contrary, it had grown faster and faster, reaching a width of nearly two thousand meters.

The black mist on the barriers at both sides grew increasingly dense. It was no longer just Legendary and Saint Domain experts who could sense it; even low- and mid-level professionals had noticed something was wrong, and every one of them was on high alert.

This development made Roland even more uneasy. Just as he was about to lose patience and send people into the passage again to investigate, the many powerful experts finally returned one after another.

At the edge of the passage on Thunder Island, within the central drill ground of the small fortress.

A highly unusual sight appeared. The experts of the various races, who had previously been fighting to the death, were now peacefully gathered together. They were even standing close to one another, without the slightest trace of their former drawn swords and tense hostility.

Yet the reactions of the many experts made Roland, standing at the edge of the drill ground, furrow his brow.

If they were merely despairing, Roland could understand. There was a demigod on the other side. Even if every expert on the Saint Nor Continent joined forces, they would not be a match for it. Surrendering would be understandable.

But what was with that hint of excitement amid their despair?

And it did not end there. There was greed in that excitement, and fear within that greed.

It was hard to imagine such complex expressions appearing on so many God Kingdom level experts at once, yet there they were.

"Everyone, what exactly is going on inside this passage?