A few dozen kilometers from the Reincarnation Paradise faction's main base, a streak of white light descended.
Boom!
The earth shook, mud flew everywhere, and a transparent crystal crashed to the ground. A turbulent stream of Space-Time Power spread nearby.
Inside the Death Paradise faction's spaceship, one Contractee after another hurried out of the rear cabin.
"Quick! The Space-Time Crystal has landed."
Inside the main cabin, Mad Doctor reached into his clothes and pressed a button. He had been lying low for so long precisely for this moment.
There was no explosion, nor was any powerful creature summoned. Mad Doctor charged out of the spaceship alongside the other Contractees.
After last night's melee, the Death Paradise faction had 295 Contractees left. Those of mediocre strength had all been eliminated.
For this struggle over the Space-Time Power condensate, the Death Paradise faction naturally wouldn't send everyone out. They left 40 people to guard the main base, while the other 255 went to seize the Space-Time Power condensate.
This time, however, the Death Paradise faction didn't rush forward too quickly. Their plan was to let the Reincarnation Paradise faction and the Cult battle first, then arrive last. As for Holy Light Paradise, the perception-types had already reported the news through the War Channel. They had also mobilized, but were only there to tag along.
The Death Paradise faction was determined to obtain this Space-Time Power condensate. In previous world contests, the Reincarnation Paradise faction and the others had been able to fight them head-on, but this time, they had run into obstacles everywhere.
"Once we seize this one, the other two factions won't fight too hard over the rest. This is our chance!"
A Strong Man roared as he ran. They were still 23 kilometers from the Space-Time Power condensate's landing point.