By this point, the situation had long since gone beyond anyone's ability to easily stop the battle. Little Eight's clamor naturally drew no attention from those locked in the melee.
"Caw!"
Amid the chaotic strife, an attack beam from a Liquid Metal Terminator brushed past Little Eight. With a shriek, Little Eight nimbly dodged the attack. No one paid any heed to the tiny creature that had suddenly barged onto the battlefield.
"Ah! Screw your grandma's bird legs..."
After flapping his wings a few times, Little Eight vanished without a trace.
Green had not descended. It seemed that, because of the matter involving the six-ring True Spirit Wizard, Green was still quietly observing from the void.
Looking across the Endless World, this sort of unprepared, highly random melee was undoubtedly one of the most dangerous battles aside from the War of Civilization. It was filled with uncertainty; you could never know what terrifying opponent you would face next.
Yet, like gamblers who had stepped up to the table, everyone had staked their treasures. Leaving the table meant defeat. All they could do was keep raising the stakes, believing that they would be the final victor at the table, sweeping big and small alike and winning until their bowls overflowed.
Thus, leaving aside Emperor Hua's Quantum Light and the Heavenly Net Destroyer, who had already descended into a fierce brawl, Mad Evil Martial Saint and Dragon Breath Venerable had already confronted one another first.
"Heh heh heh heh, Dragon Breath brat, do you dare face this old man in battle?"
The jet-black longsword in Mad Evil Martial Saint's hand let out clear, ringing cries, as though it were cheering in delight.
Mad Evil Martial Saint extended his dark purplish-black tongue and lightly licked the sharp edge of the black sword, as