"Everything's ready," Lola said.
Gu Qingshan kept his eyes closed. "How many worlds have we connected?"
"Countless worlds were already watching our battle against the Chaos Faction. As soon as I connected to them, they accepted our link," Lola replied.
Gu Qingshan was silent for a moment, then said softly, "The fate of the Nine Hundred Million Layer World will be decided today."
Just then, Iliya stepped forward, looking to him for confirmation.
Lola nodded. "Begin."
"Yes."
A radiance descended from the sky onto the high platform, illuminating everything around it.
Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked toward the platform.
Everyone turned to look at him.
He drew the Earth Sword and climbed the steps, one by one, until he stood at the center of the platform.
He paused for a breath.
Beneath the gaze of countless worlds, he raised his sword.
The faint, mournful whispers of women drifted through the air.
A melodious flute followed on the wind.
The sword flashed like a streak of cold light, gliding gently through the void.
Everything around them was slashed to pieces by the sword light, and countless worlds appeared before everyone's eyes.
Killing, looting, burning corpses to silence witnesses—endless battles and cruel tortures.
Such things were happening in every world.
Gu Qingshan spoke, his voice resounding in everyone's heart:
"The Era of Chaos is only beginning, and the worlds are heading toward destruction."
"With the God of Chaos among us, no one can resist the arrival of this cruel age."
Everyone's hearts grew unbearably heavy.
It was true. Whenever the Chaos Bringers met powerful resistance, they would immediately expend a great deal of power to make an offering to the God of Chaos. In return, they could borrow the god's power and kill anyone who stood in their way.
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