Su raised his head and gazed at the sky of the First Tribe.
By his side were Bei Wang and Angelica; they had already escaped from the First Tribe, quite far from the square.
Nevertheless, the sight, visible throughout the Qiongdi, was still staggering.
Toxic rain drifted, the world a blur—like countless terrifying creatures lurking within the blackness, roaring.
Wave-like black tentacles flowed below the sky, gloomy, nauseating, evil—just one glance could cause dizziness.
Like an isolated island, a white figure dotted the darkness, at any moment to be swallowed by the black tide.
"...It's too exaggerated." Su murmured to himself.
He had thought this instance was merely a competitive one for the Silver Star. As for its plot, it seemed inconsequential, just a struggle between the faiths of two deities.
But now, the Number One Player had shown them with facts: if they didn't engage in the plot, everyone would truly be annihilated.