Kelin Xiaoman's heart turned utterly cold, as though her entire body had plunged into an ancient frozen abyss.
From the moment Shi Hao had disregarded everything and resolutely entered this war-torn deathtrap, she had known with absolute clarity.
There was no turning back from any of this.
The boy had entered the game, with no possibility of withdrawing safely.
This royal city on the brink of destruction, this god-driven calamity of national slaughter-from the moment he had raced through the air toward the battlements, no one could remain untouched.
Today, Klin Royal City was layered with murderous intent, a net spanning heaven and earth, a truly inescapable deathtrap.
Across the battlefield, enemies surrounded them, and every step led to a dead end.
On the two battlefronts below the walls, two veteran Lowgods relentlessly entangled Grand Duke Kelin and the Frost Dragon, forcing the empire's two pillars back again and again, leaving them unable to break away and provide support.
Above the battlements, two Saint Apex experts attacked together, their biting Laws crushing down without pause, never giving her a moment to breathe.
In the middle reaches of the sky, a Midgod stood impassively, his icy gaze fixed on the entire royal city, sealing space in every direction and cutting off every escape route.
And in the deepest clouds high above, an utterly terrifying presence loomed.
Adkins-a peak Highgod and Five-Star Fiend.
He stood high above the clouds, coldly overlooking the mortal calamity, regarding mortal dynasties, Saint experts, and Lowgods alike as insignificant ants.
With a single thought, he could overturn the entire land and crush all resistance.
Such a terrifying force had long surpassed anything mortals, demigods, or Lowgods could withstand.
This was no war.
This was naked, foregone slaughter-a god annihilating a nation.
Kelin Xiaoman had already foreseen the