On Sweet Island, the Magic King and the Absolute King were locked in fierce combat, unleashing powerful destructive spells as though mana cost nothing. Heaven and earth changed color, and the terrain was reshaped again and again, yet neither had prevailed.
Under such intense bombardment, even Lords dared not remain aboveground. They either died after being swept into some devastating spell or fled underground or into the sea for shelter.
The Players had all withdrawn from the island as well. Anyone who had yet to escape by now could essentially be considered dead.
They were busy tallying the casualties from this operation, treating the wounded, and assessing how much fighting strength they could commit to the next phase.
Only a tiny minority could observe this decisive battle. Only those at the very pinnacle of the Players dared show themselves, constantly sending footage from the front back to the Shelter and broadcasting it simultaneously on the forum.
"...So this is the power those two Salt Kings wield? I feel like the two of them could tear this island apart alive. They don't need an army at all..."
One Player offered his assessment. Although he had lost both legs, that did not stop him from lying in a hospital bed, watching the livestream on the latest-model phone and sharing his opinions.
"Fight! Fight to the death! Don't let the sacrifice of my little buddy be for nothing! We have to take Sweet Island this time!"
Another wounded Player spoke up. His injuries were even more severe. Not only had his lower body been torn off and lost, but soaking in the Sea of Abundance had also caused his body to swell, and abnormal growths had appeared around his wounds.
A skilled Skeleton Doctor and two Nurse Miss robots were performing emergency surgery,