On the Stairway Battlefield of the Ancient Altar, fighting spirit swept through the air, war drums thundered, and bloody rain poured down. Every being was infected by it, their thoughts transforming into a single word:
—Win.
Defeat the enemy before them, no matter who it was. Crush them.
At this moment, even if they encountered a stronger enemy, a being renowned far and wide, they would no longer feel much fear.
Strength and weakness could only be known after a fight.
It seemed to be the influence of some unique resonance—unfathomable, undetectable, yet embedded within the battlefield itself.
Moon God Wang Ya keenly sensed it.
He believed that the main body and Black Soul Wang Ya could sense this influence as well.
This included some Competition Seeds with equally sharp perceptions.
Such an influence had its advantages, but it also carried a certain negative influence.
It clouded rationality and calm.
However, it was harmless enough. The influence could not make him lose his fundamentally still heart.
Rumble!
Thunder roared one after another, like the booming of the Ancient Era. Blinding lightning flashed within the pitch-black cloud layer, and a pair of godlike eyes looked down, their fighting spirit locking onto Moon God Wang Ya.
The latter slowly raised his head and stared back at his opponent.
A Half-Orc Being, possessing the innate ability to control lightning and transform into a state of Particle Energy. Its bloodline was extraordinarily remarkable.
It had not come from the Primal Ancient Star, but from another world in this Corner of Myriad Worlds.
The pressure it brought was immense, stronger than all twelve enemies he had defeated before. It was an enemy capable of threatening his life.
Neither side spoke much. The instant their gazes met, the assault had already descended.
Electric light gathered, lightning