"Death, descend upon me."
Amid the chaotic melee, a Reincarnation Paradise Contractor lowered his head as the vitality within him rapidly faded. He had been wounded too severely. His heart had been blasted apart, a third of his head had been cut off, and with no healer nearby, his death was certain.
The Contractor, black smoke billowing from his entire body, collapsed. A mass of black smoke floated out of him, forming a ghostly head. With a whoosh, it passed through the chest of an Apocalypse Paradise Contractor, rendering the latter's defenses completely useless.
The Contractor's face rapidly withered, and the hand he barely raised became like a dead tree branch.
After the black-smoke ghost head passed through several more enemy Contractors, it dissipated into the air.
A massive energy hand appeared and slammed down from above toward one of our Contractors. With a boom, the energy hand shattered. The instant it vanished, several attacks formed from one-use items rained down. This was a powerful chain assault from Apocalypse Paradise.
If only the people from Death Paradise had been present, our side would have certainly won with the geographical advantage of the Sun Shrine. Unfortunately, Death Paradise and Apocalypse Paradise had allied themselves. Our side's more than ninety Contractors were already showing signs of decline. There were simply too many enemies.
After an incredibly brutal hour-long melee, the battle began to clarify. All kinds of energy motes drifted through the fifth floor. Many corpses lay on the ground, and the stench of blood assaulted the nose. Frost covered the charred walls.
On the inner side of the fifth floor, fifty-two of our Contractors were gathered. Some were smiling, while others coldly watched the enemies. A world battle was simply this cruel. It was not only the enemy who died; our