While the players were still reeling from Li Tie's ascension to godhood, and congratulations continued flooding the Regional Chat Channel.
A silver pillar of light shot into the sky from the western front, piercing the light and shadows overhead and echoing Li Tie's crimson pillar from afar.
The two pillars pierced the clouds, dyeing the sky above the entire battlefield in a dazzling interweaving of crimson and silver.
The owner of this silver pillar was Fate Throat, currently second on the war contribution rankings and hailed by players on the forum as the "strongest Mage God."
Unlike the fierce, overwhelming force of Li Tie's Ascension to Godhood, Fate Throat's moment of Ascension to Godhood radiated spiritual majesty.
Nearby players raised their heads to look at him.
His silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, his figure tall and straight. Fate Throat's almost unnaturally handsome face flickered in and out of view within the silver pillar.
As the core member supported by the full might of the Fate Race, Fate Throat had rapidly harvested the battlefield with the blessing of the "Fate Atlas" formation woven through his clanspeople's combined efforts. Now, he had successfully broken through his shackles, following close behind Li Tie into the ranks of level-500 demigods.
He became the Player Faction's second player to undergo Ascension to Godhood without relying on coercive pressure, and its first mage demigod.
The elemental power between heaven and earth surged toward him. Wind, fire, water, lightning, ice, earth, darkness, light, fate, death... More and more elemental particles converged from every direction across the battlefield like bees returning to their hive, spinning and interweaving rapidly around Fate Throat's body to form an enormous elemental vortex.
Fate Throat abruptly opened his multicolored eyes. His silver hair danced wildly in the elemental torrent, and delight