Ninth Order Is Not the End?

A gigantic grayish-white python, a creature resembling a hedgehog and an armadillo, a white fox, a floating stone with eyes and a mouth, a metal toad, and a large gray wolf.

"Six of them. It was sheer dumb luck that we didn't die."

Seeing the Phantom Beasts at the other side's side, Anthony could not help muttering. The others all agreed.

Let alone six—even two of them could have slaughtered them like chopping vegetables.

"Latecomers, whether you are survivors or people from the Void, welcome. Since you have come here, I assume you already know what is about to happen to our world."

"To be honest, I know this is merely a futile struggle. But what if? Whether I die or not does not matter, but I must leave some hope for those below."

"I know you must have many questions, but do not worry. I will tell you everything."

"Since you were able to come here, you must have defeated my corpse. You have plenty of time."

Then this king began recounting the changes that had befallen this world.

This world had already grown tremendously powerful—so powerful that they had destroyed two top-tier great worlds. Only those who were themselves a top-tier great world could understand how difficult it was to destroy one, let alone two.

Their power had already surpassed the current Mage World. They had reached the pinnacle of a civilization. To them, the Void was merely a somewhat larger starry sky, while those vast worlds were nothing more than even larger planets.

They had climbed to the limits of civilization. Thus, like the Mage World, they explored those limits, attempting to become omniscient and omnipotent, attempting to transcend the Void and see what lay beyond it.

So they continuously pushed their civilization forward, until they truly