Zhi Xing Severs the Path! Sharpening the Dominator's Edge with the Future

This time, the Inverted Battlefield did not shatter instantly as it had the previous two times.

Because within the Abyss, countless forces had seized that fist at once.

It was not the power of any one person.

Nor was it the might of any one universe.

It was the Players' lives.

It was the Origin the Wanderers had kept in reserve.

It was the Bones Ranch Remnant's desperate will to survive rather than be sent to the Water Purification Plant to tighten screws.

It was the fighting spirit of Blue Star humanity, forged into steel on the long road from the apocalypse to the Depth of Hongmeng.

Players were dying.

Wanderers were dying.

The Bones Ranch Remnant was dying too.

Activity Zones were crushed into pale ruins beneath the White-Bone Fist Intent.

Resurrection Pools burst one after another.

One Player had barely climbed out of a pool, without even forming the words to curse, when a Bone Beast falling from the sky stomped him into a flash of white light.

But none of those deaths was in vain.

Each time an Abyss Mark dragged a True Spirit back to a Respawn Point, a hair-thin wisp of Pale Power Pattern was forcibly stripped from the Bones Guard's fist intent.

Then it was sent into the Chaos High-Pressure Cooker to simmer.

The Pot Lid rattled wildly.

The whole cooker shook as though an exploding Old Days Divine Kingdom had been stuffed inside it.

Clang!

Clang!

Clang!

Each leap of the Pot Lid sent a tremor through the Abyss Core Layer.

The projection of the God of All Machines' Pink Mascot hovered beside the cooker, its round body flickering under the strain of overloaded data.

But its voice remained cold and mechanical, without a trace of feeling.

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