"Snap!"
Chaos snapped his fingers again. Golden figures streamed down through the stormy sky, piercing the clouds and landing on the ground. They were all Golden Warriors—hundreds, even thousands of them, wielding every kind of weapon as they emerged from the craters like an emotionless army of slaughter.
Cracker stood among the Biscuit Warriors, clapping his hands again and again. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.
The other Charlotte family members were rattled, too.
The Golden Warriors created by the Golden Emperor were clearly stronger than Cracker's Biscuit Warriors. With so many of them, they were practically an army unto themselves.
They were lucky Cracker had this ability. At least he was shouldering most of the pressure. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
Many people watching from afar were stunned.
They stared as Golden Warriors kept raining down from the stormy sky, like dumplings dropping into a pot.
As the numbers of Golden Warriors and Biscuit Warriors grew, the battle spread into the surrounding area.
Chaos leaned back nonchalantly. A stream of gold formed a Golden Throne, and he sat on it like an uninvolved spectator, watching the whole thing at his leisure.
His posture was arrogant, radiating the presence of a big shot.
It was as if Cracker and the others weren't even worthy of making him fight personally.
Nearly ten minutes passed. Chaos yawned, looking utterly relaxed, then snapped his fingers again.
He had to act now. The Goddess of the Heavens, the golden ribbons, and even the halos had all turned into Golden Warriors. Unlike Cracker, he couldn't create them out of thin air, and if this dragged on, he'd be at a numerical disadvantage.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
All the Golden Warriors suddenly rose into the air and formed several ranks. Then they exploded, transforming into