The Strongest Support, the Final Praise

Soul Valley, underground space.

Above this ancient battlefield, which had been steeped in warfare for countless years, the Lord of Soul Shadows and the Black Tide Core continued to spawn troops, setting off one brutal clash after another.

One side was the Banishment Rule, which banished its targets through "spatial exile" to fulfill its rule logic and produce rule-derived energy.

The other side was a rule node connected to the Monster World, capable of producing a steady stream of origin energy.

The continuous flow of energy made the battle seem endless.

Until now, the unending stalemate had remained unbroken. At last, a crack full of uncertainty appeared.

Rip!

As if torn apart by brute force, the space above Soul Valley's underground region suddenly split open.

The already fragile spatial barrier was forcibly ripped into a jagged fissure.

Before the violent void energy had fully settled, a black coating rapidly spread, stabilizing the passage.

Immediately afterward, three torrents of war surged out, each racing to be first.

On the far left was a vast army of players piloting all manner of bizarre vehicles.

Like a colorful flood bursting through a dam, they swept across a huge area on the left, their excitement palpable.

On the far right was the Insect Tide army.

Once they emerged from the Spatial Rift, swarms of Flying Locusts blotted out the sky like dark clouds. Ground forces advanced alongside the ever-spreading fungal carpet. The "Tyrant Bugs" at the very front were as massive as mountains, their imposing forms carrying the force to crush everything. Leading the insect army, they launched an indiscriminate assault. Players, evil spirits, ghost shadows, and Derived Evil Spirits were all targets for the insects to tear apart.

Behind the player army and the insect army surged the Black Tide.

A black tsunami