The seawater was golden because it welcomed the sun. Like boundless, surging liquid gold, it reflected the scorching sunlight, shimmering and trembling lazily, so dazzling that people could barely keep their eyes open.
By now, more than two hours had passed, and it was already late afternoon.
At the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the dragon-slaying battle watched by countless players had already raged for over two hours.
This fierce and massive battle had left the ground devastated. Trees had been shattered and uprooted, mountainsides had collapsed, smoke, dust, and force energy ran wild through the air, while miscellaneous items and equipment dropped by countless players lay piled and scattered throughout the wilderness.
After more than two hours of intense fighting, even many players who were used to grinding bosses to death over long periods were gradually struggling to withstand the pressure.
If not for the fact that the Azure Dragon's health had fallen from over ten million to only around forty percent, with that visible "health bar" victory constantly spurring everyone on, the remaining seven million-plus players would have long since cracked under the pressure and scattered.
Among these seven million-plus people, aside from a tiny number of top experts among players such as Ting Shui, Feng Ru Huo, and Hu Tianguang, who could barely preserve their lives through various secret arts or medicinal aid after being knocked out of the formation's protection, nearly everyone else had died once or twice, with some even dying three times.
The miscellaneous items and equipment piled all over the ground were the bloodied scraps left behind by the more than three million players who had died over two or three times, could no longer bear the pressure, and chose to withdraw from the battlefield.
Even in such an unprecedented large-scale dragon-slaying event, the