This City is Called Mormans, City of Adventure!

The heavens changed color. Mormans's sky was shrouded in blood-red, while enormous demonic shadows were cast across the high sky, unbearably oppressive.

The Greenland Sea likewise churned with raging waves hundreds of meters high. Blood-colored lightning roiled as countless marine Demonic Beasts rapidly approached.

In Mormans, panic spread through every heart. Even low-level martial artists could feel an indescribable pressure.

To Grandmaster martial artists, the sense of danger brought by this upheaval of heaven and earth was even more like blades pressed against their backs, making quite a few ninth-rank Grandmasters break out in cold sweat.

"The seal really broke!"

"Fuck! Those damned traitors! Lackeys of the abyss! They are unworthy of being called human!"

"The Lord shall grant them a cruel annihilation!"

"Is this really the time to pray? Once the seal collapses, the entire ice field will become a demon's den, corroded by abyssal power. Can Mormans possibly hold it back on its own?"

"We need reinforcements!"

Suddenly, another upheaval erupted from the S-rank abyss. Four black beams shot into the sky, followed by ten white beams. The lights gathered, forming a massive cross, a seven-star diagram, a giant sword, crossed katana blades—one large and one small... fourteen items in total.

"They're projections of artifacts housing the martial wills of Kings!" a Grandmaster cried out.

"Legend says those artifacts have developed sentience, and their power rivals one-tenth of a King's combat strength!"

"This looks like a massive Eastern formation..."

The fourteen King weapons unleashed their might, combining into a formation that forcefully suppressed the towering blood light and formed a sealed region radiating divine brilliance.

Several hundred specks of light flew out from within. Among them were Kings who had suppressed the abyss, as well as quasi-Kings; more numerous still were top hunters who had explored the abyss.