The mountain collapsed, and Mount Tian was abruptly shortened by a section.
Amid thunderous explosions, huge boulders and shattered buildings tumbled from the Heavenly Alliance headquarters, once majestic and glorious, towering above the jianghu. It was like a rain of stones, as though a myth standing at the pinnacle of the jianghu had been crushed, as though Xiong Ba's grand ambition to dominate the world had vanished into smoke.
Whether they were players and natives at the foot of the mountain and in the surrounding towns... or players watching the live posts on the Jianghu Forum, all were stunned by the vast and terrifying scene.
The most anxious were undoubtedly the Heavenly Alliance members whose morale had just risen, as well as the Black Wind Stronghold players and Eight Desolations disciples still locked in fierce battle.
The Heavenly Alliance headquarters was gone.
In such a horrifying mountain-collapse disaster, who could possibly survive?
Was that guild leader who had dominated the world still alive?
Could that Black Wind Stronghold Master, Great Strength Creates Miracles, who had burst onto the scene, continue creating miracles?
Rumble!—!
In the murky, dim skies over Mount Tian, filled with dust and smoke, an earthshaking boom suddenly exploded.
A bolt of lightning shot past like a violet ribbon, flashing out from a crack in the clouds. A thunderclap followed with a crash that tightened everyone's hearts as it streaked downward toward the ruins of Mount Tian.
What was that?!
As that startling, long streak of Purple Lightning tore across the night sky, the same question arose in everyone's mind.
Of course, they knew it was lightning.
But why had that lightning appeared? Why had it struck at this moment?
"Old me is destiny itself. Which of you can kill... old me?!"
Two breaths earlier, Xiong Ba's hysterical