Thus, the entire group that besieged the Twilight Guild was completely annihilated!
Except for one lucky fellow who hadn't arrived yet—he was captured by the Supreme and taken as a slave, still flying in the sky watching the battle.
Sterl slowly dissolved the Flowing Water Blades, turning them into wisps of steam in mid-air.
At this moment...
The many players present exchanged glances, looking at each other. Finally, they seemed to have figured things out!
Just now...
A demigod attempted to attack the third-class guild leader, only to have his skill shattered by the water-like blades. Simultaneously, the Flowing Water Blades began attacking all the demigods on the field, slaughtering them all.
The few demigods with resurrection abilities fled desperately.
At this point, the Supreme appeared! The players of the Hall of Valor generally had keen discernment and could recognize the aura of a Supreme.
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