When that beam of light rose high into the sky and carried Huai Shi away, the once clamorous, chaotic battlefield atop the Gospel Throne fell into dead silence.
For one brief instant, amid a silence so complete that even the slaughter had been forgotten, everyone was struck by a bizarre daze, unable to understand what had just happened.
Who am I?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Something huge seemed to have flown over our heads, and it seemed to have done something. What was that?
A new kind of fighter jet?
No matter how big a fighter jet was, it couldn't possibly be that absurdly huge, could it? Not even an aerospace carrier was that ridiculous!
And right in front of everyone, after causing that incident, that thing seemed to have immediately fled?
Wow, that was fucking incredible...
Countless questions and exclamations arose in the Ascenders' minds, one after another, until they unanimously became one unavoidable question.
—Look, is this BOSS... entering its second phase?
At that moment, beneath the dead-silent Sky Dome, cold holy light descended.
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
From the face of NO.1, through the fissures in its visage, a terrifying blaze of light erupted. Then came a second, a third... as though infinite radiance had begun to boil, furiously smashing through every barrier and every distance to descend upon this hell.
To destroy everything!
Below, amid the river of blood, Yuan Zhao, halfway through his charge, suddenly yanked on the reins. Dilu's four hooves slammed to a stop in the crimson mire, carving four spark-trailing arcs.
He looked up blankly at the unexpected sight.
What the hell?
But immediately afterward, Yazi, wreathed in Blood and Fire, descended from the sky, slapped the back of his head, yanked him up by the collar,