In the Eighth Region, countless people looked up in terror. Beneath the enormous blood-colored star, Zhao Fu stood suspended in the void. Six chains extended from his arms and hung down, connecting to six world-shaking Demon Idols whose terrifying aura intimidated the myriad heavens and worlds.
Everyone was plunged deep into fear, unable to pull themselves free. Some of the more timid had long since collapsed to the ground in fright, incontinent of both bladder and bowels.
Earlier, the Undead Bone Sea had wiped out over seventy million players, leaving the ground carpeted with corpses and bones. Now, the player army still numbered nearly a hundred million, a vast sea of black-clad figures.
Su Yan shouted, "There are so many of us, while they only have six. We also have all kinds of power enhancements—don't be afraid! Charge! As long as we kill the Great Qin Imperial Prince, every one of you will receive an enormous reward!"
The leaders of the other factions also shouted loudly. This was no time for fear; at this moment, they had only one path to choose—defeat the Great Qin Imperial Prince.
Hearing their words, countless people thought the same. They still had nearly a hundred million people, while Great Qin had only seven at most, including the Great Qin Imperial Prince. With so many of them, they could bury Great Qin to death beneath sheer numbers.
Forcing down their fear, countless people howled and charged at the Six Paths Demon Idols. That enormous sea of humanity surged forward with an overwhelming, mountain-toppling, sea-overturning momentum.
Zhao Fu stood in the void. Because the Yinghuo Emperor Star had descended, his eyes resembled a pair of rubies, radiating bright blood-red light. There was no trace of human emotion in his icy gaze; it was filled with nothing