The Laws of Fate

In the players' eyes, purple light filled the entire hall. A huge, illusory figure suddenly descended from the sky, its aura rolling and surging as if hundreds of volcanoes had erupted at once.

The powerful pressure rendered several people completely unable to move.

The loom also sensed that something was wrong. The entangled woven cloth suddenly shot upward, then with a hiss, split into hundreds of threads that stabbed toward the newcomer.

Highsmith held the Scarlet-Slaying Blade. This greatsword from the 3D district had completely transformed into an information state. As Highsmith gripped the blade with both hands and brought it down, the sky dimmed.

Everyone felt as though they had arrived in outer space. A rain of crimson meteors streaked downward, each one shining like a miniature sun.

Moreover, every one of them was wrapped in terrifying collapse energy.

The players could clearly sense that any one of these "meteors" could kill them instantly.

The corners of Highsmith's mouth curled slightly upward.

The next moment, countless diamond-shaped mirrors opened. Every purple meteor passed through a mirror, directly shattered space, and slammed into the loom.

Crimson Meteor Shower!

Collapse entities varied in strength and restrained one another in different ways, but the spatial power of the Purple-Energy String could be said to suppress most collapse entities.

The loom was blasted apart on the spot.

It seems a little weaker than expected?

It was not only Highsmith who had this thought. Even the players had the same notion.

However, the next moment, four beams of white light lit up.

Clearly, the four unlucky players had been sent straight into reincarnation.

The entire space vanished, replaced by an ever-sinking abyss.

Relying on his perception of collapse energy, Highsmith clearly felt at least five threads winding around his body.

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