Leng Yulai's declaration instantly swept across the internet. No one was paying attention to Tang Wulin's words anymore.
Everyone's attention had been drawn to the coldly beautiful woman at the center of the battlefield.
Yun Ming, Chen Xin Jie, Imperial Level powerhouses from the Abyss, and even the Abyssal Sage King, who had yet to truly show himself, were all on the battlefield.
Leng Yulai's cultivation as a rank-97 Super Douluo would normally have been enough to make countless Soul Masters look up to her.
But in a war between planes where demigods, Quasi-Gods, and even true God Rank powers had begun to intervene, she hardly counted as the most dazzling figure.
And yet, it was precisely this woman.
With nothing but that almost insane declaration, she had forcibly dragged the entire battlefield's attention onto herself.
The viewer count in the Federation's livestream was still skyrocketing.
Every time the number refreshed, it leaped up by another huge chunk.
Some platforms with relatively limited server capacity even briefly lagged. Immediately afterward, major media outlets, forums, and Soul Master communities began urgently reposting everything.
Screen recordings.
Clips.
Written transcripts.
They flooded almost the entire internet at once.
One second, Tang Wulin had still been crying in his own livestream, telling everyone to believe in the light.
The next, the focus of discussion across the entire internet had shifted to someone else.
And as Leng Yulai slowly walked toward the battlefield, more and more black-clad figures began appearing among the distant ruins, shadows, and shattered buildings.
One.
Two.
A dozen.
Dozens.
They emerged from different directions.
Their movements were not synchronized, and they made no cries.
Yet the cold, oppressive aura that instinctively made people uncomfortable exposed their identities almost immediately.
They were all members of the Holy Spirit Cult.
Now, never mind