Monsters Are Coming

The Great Stele Sacrifice’s hand contained the Civilizational Rule Power it controlled.

It’s the manifestation of countless buried civilizations’ sighs and destruction.

Before the handprint arrived, the Rule Power preceded.

The space appeared like the surface of water into which a stone was thrown, rippling visible grayish-white waves.

As it passed, the illusion of civilization collapse appeared on the battlefield.

The surging Black Tide bore the brunt; many Evil Spirits under this hand dissolved and disintegrated silently like weathered sand and stone.

Finally, they were re-absorbed by the black mist.

With the advance of Rule Power, the illusion of civilization collapse frequently replayed.

Even the massive Catastrophe Evil Spirits, as large as moving mountains, couldn’t resist; after the grayish-white ripple swept over, their massive bodies were quickly covered in mottled marks as if they had been washed away by time in an instant, then turned into a skyful of ash in the gust stirred by this hand, re-merging into the black mist.

Surge System’s assassin Evil Spirits, no matter how fast, could not surpass the spread of Demigod Realm’s strength, vanishing silently.

The Insect Race suffered equally heavy losses.

The grayish-white ripple swept over, the fungous carpet quickly withered, carbonized, losing its vitality.

The eggs being incubated above were instantly dead, shattered.

Mature Insect Race units, their shells, muscles, nerves all decomposed rapidly under Rule Power.

Like a wheat field blown over by a strong wind, collapsing in large patches.

The Player Faction wasn’t spared either.

Many players hadn’t realized what was happening before being slapped into the Little Black House by this hand.

Players on the edge of the handprint area, even if they activated Petrification Form, were fragile as paper in front of the grayish-white ripple.

On the regional channel, countless players’ exclamations rang out:

"What the heck?! I was just outputting, and now it’s pitch black in an instant, is this the Little Black House?"

"I haven’t had enough fun, let me out, I want to challenge a Demigod one-on-one."

"Is this Demigod outrageous? One hand AOE wipes out a large area, why bother with United Power, is there any way to live."

"It depends on the Evil Boss, keep up the high-end game, brothers who are still there, good luck, I’ll resurrect and come to support."

"I’m numb, the Civilization Warriors on the opposite side are almost dead, one more hit and they’d eat sacrificial power, but I’ve been sent back to the village, want to cry."

This hand interrupted the unstoppable force of the Triple Catastrophe advance.

The core area of the United Battle Group where the Divine King was, due to its further distance and swift reaction.

At the moment the handprint appeared, they fully retreated and stacked dozens of Defense Light Shields and Blood Shields, unaffected.

Among them, several Damage Taker players who left the main battle line dissolved along with the Crimson Battle Aura they had released, like ice and snow under sunlight.

Even the War Dharma Aspect released by several top guilds shook violently, flickering, almost collapsing directly.

This hand covered an extremely wide range, its power beyond imagination.

Just one strike forcibly cleared a blank area amidst the surging Triple Catastrophe Torrent.

In the area, whether Evil Spirits, Insect Race, or players, were thoroughly purged.

Only the grayish-white colored earth continued to collapse downward amid the "rumbling" sound.

The Great Stele Sacrifice hovered in the air, surrounded by countless civilization phantoms, its eyes burning with Civilization Fire, coldly overlooking the three forces.

It knew well that facing these three Catastrophe-Level forces, akin to plagues, temporary suppression was meaningless.

Seemingly having eliminated many in one strike, it fundamentally couldn’t damage the roots of the three forces.

At this moment, it raised its left hand. The golden lantern representing "Civilization Rule" turned its light from soft to blazing, like a miniature sun.

"Ten Thousand Steles Prison."

The lantern gently shook, murmuring lightly, and the flame collapsed inward, triggering the resonance of the entire Land of Burial Fire.

Rumble!

Amid the earth’s tremor, countless tombstones projected phantoms.

Magnificent buildings, mountains and rivers, sun, moon, stars, even complete city scenes... all presented are symbols of various civilizations at their peak.

These massive civilization phantoms interwove, overlapped in the air, embedding like building blocks, collectively constructing a three-dimensional phantom cage shrouding the battlefield.

The gravity of civilization history, the sediment of the time river... these conceptual civilization powers transformed into a Domain suddenly descending.

Under the Ten Thousand Steles Prison Domain, the entire space was filled with invisible resistance, but it only affected players, Black Tide, and Insect Race.

The Great Stele Sacrifice intended to use suppression to create an advantageous Domain for its own people.

Yet, at the moment the Civilization Prison formed, and the suppression reached its peak.

The Evil Eye behind the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, along with the twenty-eight Assistant Eyes, frantically refreshed the information and began overclocking operations.

A massive database quickly collected information, compared and analyzed the results.

Every characteristic of civilization phantoms, the operation trajectory of Civilization Energy, even the tendencies of civilization representative systems, were quickly deconstructed under the overclocking operation of the Evil Eye.

The analysis result generated within a few seconds.

Receiving the feedback from the Evil Eye, the Earth Thought Evil Spirit immediately took action.

The visible command markers appeared on the battlefield again, and this time the command style became more complex.

Amidst the surging black mist sweeping over the ground, the entire battlefield was instantly covered with countless Black Flame symbols.

From a high view, it seemed to be covered with a dynamic tactical Star Map.

These symbols, driven by the will of the Earth Thought Evil Spirit, rapidly changed form.

Sometimes condensing into flashing arrows and light points, accurately marking the energy congestion points produced by the overlap of civilization phantoms.

Sometimes evolving into a flowing digital waterfall, displaying in real-time the weak locations of energy connections of different civilization phantoms, clearly analyzing the strength and weakness zones of the seemingly perfect "suppression domain."