The old priest silently watched the demon hunters leave. This time, he did not pray. To be honest, even he was no longer sure in his heart.
Though he was devout to God, what the demon hunters were about to attack was God's Home.
Only when the young demon hunter was about to disappear around the corner did the old priest murmur, "You must come back alive!"
His voice was quiet, but the enhanced young demon hunter heard it clearly. Without turning around, he waved a hand.
At the entrance to Hell, 1.2 million demon hunters had assembled. The black formations stretched from the entrance all the way to the horizon, like a silent sea.
Wu Heng stood at the very front, with the ten Demon Hunter Knights behind him. He raised his left hand, and the Hell Mark in his palm flashed. The passage to the human world burst open, and 1.2 million people filed out.
On the eve of the sacred weapon's completion, the Heavenly Barrier finally could not hold any longer.
The cracks carved by hatred, the breaches forced open by infused souls, the weak points torn apart by Wu Heng's power—all of them collapsed at the same moment.
Hans stared at the screen, his fingers hammering wildly across the keyboard as he continuously fed information into Internet Addiction, using it to notify everyone.
Once the battle began, his inspiration would link directly to Internet Addiction, taking over battlefield command from Wu Heng. His orders could reach every squad leader, even every individual demon hunter.
Together with Internet Addiction, he was like an immensely precise net spread across the battlefield.
"The crack coordinates have been locked. Three in Northern Europe, two in the Pacific Ocean, and one in the Atlantic Ocean. The largest is directly above the