Go, Slay a God with Me!

At this moment, the Magic Surge plane was suddenly struck by tens of millions of high-level Light Warriors. Faced with their vicious methods of slaughtering everything in sight, it immediately descended into chaos.

A bustling city.

"Help!"

"Run! So many demons have broken in!"

"Hide! Hurry and hide! Don't show yourselves! Don't let those devils see you!"

"Drive faster up ahead! Don't block my way! Beep beep!" The vehicles on the road were jammed so tightly that they could not move.

That was right.

Since Zhou Ming had cleared this dungeon, several thousand years of development had passed. The Magic Surge plane had long entered a Golden Age of highly advanced technology and flourishing cultivation. There were an enormous number of mages and swordsmen, accounting for one-tenth of the population.

Moreover, with its advanced technology, its most cutting-edge Magic Energy Warships had become tremendously powerful. High-precision missiles, mechas, ultimate humanoid magic weapons, and other armaments had also been deployed on a massive scale.

And thanks to the rapid development of network communication technology, news of the "invasion by powerful enemies from beyond the plane" spread across the entire Azeroth Continent within half an hour through Magic Television and Magic Broadcast.

Once the news was confirmed to be true.

Every nation and race on Azeroth Continent entered a state of emergency mobilization. They organized their forces, cast aside their internal conflicts, and consciously joined this war to defend their collective right to survival.

Furthermore, Space Teleportation Arrays had been constructed on a massive scale.

Through rapid transportation via the arrays, top experts from nations around the world rushed to the sites where war had broken out, joining forces to resist the invading outsiders.

Amid the battlefield, where flames of war raged and chaos reigned.

Holding the Power Sphere, Zhou Ming absorbed