The entire venue suddenly fell silent, quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
One second, the cheers had been earth-shaking. The next, it was as if someone had pressed the mute button on the whole world.
The Contract Spirit Masters' open mouths froze on their faces, while the garrison soldiers' weapon-wielding arms stiffened in midair.
After Dantai Yanan's health bar refilled, it continued to grow, rapidly increasing in length.
At the same time, his name changed: [World-Class Wanted BOSS: Bomber Requiem].
Inside the protective barrier, Mo Shiyu was still leaning slightly forward from her earlier excitement.
Only the wind howled as it passed through the scorched crater, as though mourning something.
Where Luo Ziyan and the Demon Blade Princess had vanished, only a few scraps of torn clothing fibers and scattered fragments remained on the ground.
The severed lower leg in black stockings lying there was especially glaring, especially grotesque.
"She... they..." Mo Shiyu's lips trembled, her voice filled with disbelief. "They were alive just a moment ago... How could this be possible..."
She instinctively tried to step forward, wanting to confirm whether it was real.
"Don't go over there!" Violent turmoil appeared in the War Princess clone's ruby-like eyes for the first time—not fear, but furious shock.
She grabbed Mo Shiyu's wrist, the immense force hurting her as she forcibly dragged her back.
"That isn't something you can touch!" The War Princess's voice was icy and brooked no argument.
Just then, the black figure at the center of the battlefield moved.
Xia Yuan had originally been immersed in the sensation left behind after Order's disappearance, trying to catch a trace of that strange aura.
Dantai Yanan's sudden eruption, along with Luo Ziyan and the Demon Blade Princess's deaths, instantly jolted her awake from that ethereal state.
She abruptly turned