The second collision shook the entire interior of the Sword Tomb once again.
As the tremors and impacts grew even fiercer than before, doubts crept into the hearts of the many Swordsmiths who had united against their common enemy.
Because if reinforcements really had arrived and were fighting,
they should not have been causing such tremendous impacts throughout the Sword Tomb.
After all, this was a world, not some makeshift shelter or sphere.
They could not fathom what kind of terrifying power could shake an entire world twice in succession!
Just as the many Swordsmiths began to wonder, the Watchful Elder burst into laughter in the distance.
"A pack of self-deluding fools."
"Those Golden Venerables floating above your heads are tricking you into staying where you are and waiting to die!"
"My great master's army is already at your gates!"
"It's only a matter of time before they crack this turtle shell."
"If you surrender and submit now, not only will you be able to embrace the power to make your dreams come true,"
"you will also receive rewards directly from me!"
"The treasures those two Venerables hid away over the past thousand years, the secrets they knew, and their techniques for forging divine artifacts are all in my hands now!"
"Who wants to submit willingly? You can take your pick of my spoils!"
Hearing this, countless Bronze Apprentices and Cast-Bronze Guards felt indescribable waves of greed well up within them.
For them, even if they survived this crisis, all that awaited them was an immensely long and arduous path of study.
After all, the Open-Heaven Manor was the finest weapon-forging faction in the entire Primordial Empire, if not the universe.
The universe's most talented smiths had already gathered here.
To keep advancing and make a name for themselves here