After the internet was disconnected, I connected to the magic world.

The fighting below has reached a fever pitch.

Nearly 1,500 imperial guards and sect disciples died; their bodies piled up from the mountain gate to the foot of the wall, and the blood stained the mountain path red.

Nearly a thousand players died, and the ground was littered with their corpses, which vanished in a flash of white light before half an incense stick had burned.

Everyone knows that these people have to wait three days to respawn at the death point, and now, they can't help them.

All told, there are fewer than two hundred players still standing on the walls.

"The Fourth Calamity will never be slaves!!!"

A player with a missing left arm gritted his teeth, lit the last explosive charge in his arms, rolled down the wall, and landed right in the crowd.

With a loud "boom," a group of people were blown down. He himself was also pierced through the chest by an arrow that was shot at him, and he was still laughing as he fell down.

"Fuck your mother, you government dog! Go ahead and kill me! I'll be a hero again in three days!"

"Brothers, hold on! The guys outside are on their way with explosives and poison! Let's wear them down!"

The remaining players, their eyes red, threw stones after running out of crossbow bolts.

After throwing away the stones, they scattered the poison and lime powder they carried with them, and those with broken legs leaned against the wall.

Holding lit explosives in his arms, he would drag anyone who dared to climb up up to him into a self-destruction; no one surrendered.

Everyone was terrified.

They had fought wars their whole lives and had never seen such a strange enemy. They were not afraid of death or pain, and even with broken arms and legs, they could still laugh and die together with you.

There were also those strange poisons and iron lumps that exploded with earth-shattering force; the brothers at the front would die if they touched them, and be injured if they were even grazed.

"waste."

The royal high priest standing on the cloud frowned. He was a late-stage innate cultivator and the leader of the team.

I originally thought that with ten Innate Realm experts in charge, defeating a group of Acquired Realm experts and three newly entered Innate Realm experts would be a piece of cake.

I didn't expect the people below to be so useless. They couldn't even take down a few hundred players who had reached the later stages of the game, and so many people died.

He took a step into the air, and golden imperial aura emanated from his body.

He hung in the sky like a small sun, even the sunlight was dimmed by the aura emanating from him.

There are no fancy moves, just the purest innate qi, like an invisible mountain pressing down from the sky.

"Bang!!!"

The more than one hundred players who rushed to the front of the wall and below didn't even have time to utter a sound.

He was slapped so hard that his flesh was mangled and even his bones were reduced to dust.

Half of the wall was directly smashed down, the ground was pressed down three feet deep by the force of the attack, and the stones were crushed into fine powder.

"Holy crap! Late-stage Innate Realm!!"

The remaining few dozen players were terrified and quickly hid behind large rocks and in the crevices of the ruins.

They poked their heads out to fire cold arrows and throw the remaining explosive charges, not daring to even show their heads.

The Grand Priestess hung in the sky, enveloped in golden aura, like a deity. He looked down at the players hiding behind the rocks, his voice booming like thunder in everyone's ears:

"You extraterrestrial demons have invaded my Great Yao territory, killed my sect disciples, and harmed my Eastern Continent people."

They committed countless atrocities, including arson, murder, and looting, yet they still dared to shamelessly claim they would never be slaves.

They are truly shameless!

"Bullshit!"

A player hiding behind a rock peeked out, cursed, and quickly ducked back inside:

"Is this your home?"

It was your emperor who first issued an imperial edict labeling us as demons, and it was your sect that first kidnapped our people, intending to behead them for a reward.

How come it's our fault now?

You are the ruthless murderers!

"That's right! If you want to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense!"

"When our brothers are resurrected in three days, and reinforcements arrive from outside, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

"The Fourth Calamity will never be slaves!!!"

The players hiding in the shadows continued to curse, their voices hoarse, but none of them backed down.

The world channel has been in an uproar for a while now.

[Holy crap! We can't hold on much longer! The imperial court's late-stage Innate Realm expert slapped over a hundred of our brothers to death!]

[I'm fifty miles away! With explosives! I'm coming right away! Damn it, how dare they touch our people!]

[I just entered the second day of the third realm! I'm a newbie! But I brought twenty packets of poison! Wait for me!]

[Innate talent is nothing! Once we're resurrected, our numbers will be greater! We'll wear them down!]

Countless players who had just entered the game or were traveling outside rushed to the battlefield without regard for their lives upon seeing the news.

Carrying explosives and poison, they converged on this side from all directions like a tide.

Zhao Hao crawled out of the ruins of the council hall, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and his face was covered in ash.

The iron sword in his hand was bent as he looked at the corpses of his brothers on the ground.

His eyes were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and his hand gripping the sword was so tight that his knuckles turned white as he walked forward step by step.

"Brother Hao! Don't go! You can't beat him!" Song Xian shouted from behind, his voice trembling.

"What if I don't go?" Zhao Hao smiled, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth.

"I'm their leader. If I run away, what will happen to these brothers?"

I have said I would protect them.

Zhang Lei and Zhou Ming also got up from the ground, both of them spitting out blood and picking up the knife from the ground.

Standing on either side of Zhao Hao, the three of them were covered in injuries and could barely stand, but none of them retreated.

"Oh? You still dare to stand up?" Min Tong of the Heavenly Spear Sect laughed, raising his spear and letting its light shine again.

"Looks like that last hit didn't really hurt you."

As he spoke, he thrust his spear forward, this time faster and with a brighter beam, so powerful that it created a sonic boom in the air.

The target was Zhao Hao's heart. If this spear were to pierce him, Zhao Hao's newly acquired innate qi would be unable to withstand it and he would be pierced through the heart.

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth, channeling all his inner energy into his hands, preparing to take the spear head-on. He knew he couldn't withstand it, but he couldn't dodge it.

Just as the spear tip was an inch away from Zhao Hao's chest, a barely perceptible golden light fell upon Zhao Hao.

His nearly exhausted inner energy suddenly surged, and the golden inner energy condensed into an even thicker shield in front of him.

"clang!!!"

With a deafening roar, the spear tip pierced the protective shield, and Min Tong felt a numbness in her hand.

The spear nearly flew out of his hand. He froze for a moment, took a step back, and his face was full of disbelief.

How come this kid's internal energy has suddenly increased so much?

Zhao Hao was also stunned for a moment. He could feel a warm current suddenly flowing through his body, and his strength, which was almost exhausted, returned.

Just then, a Taoist chant suddenly came from the distant horizon. The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

"Amitabha Buddha."

Everyone looked up and saw an old Taoist priest wearing a faded white robe walking through the air.

His white beard fluttered in the wind, moving so fast it was like a blur. His face was expressionless, but he was muttering to himself.

"My master participated in the resistance against the Japanese pirates back then, guarding the village at the foot of this mountain, and died at the hands of the Japanese pirates."

"My senior brother also participated in the resistance against the Japanese pirates back then. He left me alone in the Taoist temple, telling me to guard the incense of the ancestral master, and he never came back."

"I have wasted my whole life and am now old and frail. I finally had the chance to become an immortal. I originally wanted to hide in the mountains and quietly comprehend the Tao, without caring about worldly affairs."

"But if I hide today, wouldn't all those descendants that Master and my senior brothers risked their lives to protect have died in vain?"

The old Taoist priest let out a long sigh, releasing all his innate qi, causing his Taoist robe to flutter and his speed to increase even further.

"I am deeply displeased by this matter."