BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Endless dark-red aurora kept blasting out from within the vortex, pouring down upon the land with a sky-covering momentum.
In an instant, those auroras were like grenades, falling to the ground and creating violent explosions.
In the blink of an eye, the entire land was shrouded in smoke and dust.
Amid a series of overlapping screams, streaks of white light lit up within the haze.
Seeing this scene, the Hell Familiar Golia let out an eerie, bone-chilling ethereal laugh, "Humans, is this all the strength you have?"
The words had barely fallen.
BOOM!
A powerful magic beam suddenly pierced through the smoke, striking directly at the Hell Familiar.
Just as the Hell Familiar had cast a magic shield to block the sudden attack, in the next instant, countless arrows and spells came raining in from different directions within the smoke and haze of the battlefield.
The Hell Familiar poured its power into enlarging the shield in front of it.
The first wave of attacks was completely blocked.
But when the second, the third, the fourth, and even the fifth wave of attacks came, it was clearly struggling to hold on.
Under the endless impacts, the shield shattered.
The next moment, immense force pierced straight through the Hell Familiar's body.
Its health bar above its head rapidly drained, and the Hell Familiar was knocked to the ground.
At the same time, the smoke dispersed in all directions.
From all around, top professional experts from every nation of the Otherworld closed in.
"Then you're underestimating humans far too much!"
"You can look down on the neighboring Sun Nation, but you absolutely cannot look down on our Sevia Empire!"
"This is Earth, the territory of humankind! And what are you? How could you possibly run wild here?"
At this moment, for the very first time, all nations of the Otherworld stood united.
Facing the king-class BOSS, the Hell Familiar, all the nations temporarily set aside their grudges.
Even if only for now.
After all, everyone understood the priorities.
If the Hell Familiar couldn't be killed, then what meaning would there be in fighting each other?
At the same time, more and more professionals gathered from all directions.
As time passed, more and more contestants had gradually advanced from the Arena Level-8 to the Ultimate Arena.
Professionals from every nation surrounded the Hell Familiar and the entire Hell City in layers upon layers, impenetrable from every side.
Yet in such a situation, the Hell Familiar still maintained its arrogant, domineering stance, as though humans were already in its grasp, "You're underestimating this Demon far too much!"
"The world has yet to be decided, both you and I are dark horses!"
As it spoke, the Hell Familiar spread its wings and once more soared into the sky.
It preferred to look down on the earth and all humanity from above.
The next instant, at the Hell Familiar's summon, countless god-tier BOSS-class Hell Messengers burst forth from underground, clashing with the professionals on the field.
While its army of Hell Messengers drained the enemies on a wide scale, the Hell Familiar itself transformed fully into a fiend, hurling beams of Hellfire from its hands again and again, striking across the battlefield.
Against an opponent of this level, in a battle of this magnitude, even epic-class professionals were nothing more than cannon fodder.
Only legendary-class and above had the barest qualifications to contend with the Hell Familiar.
Thus, everyone understood the division of labor.
Epic-class and below focused on fighting the Hell Messengers.
While the legendary-class used those below as cover and stepping stones, seizing the chance to launch the main offensive against the Hell Familiar.
Legendary professions were one in ten thousand.
But right now, they were in the Hell Arena where heroes from across the world had gathered.
On this battlefield, the number of legendary-class professionals was no fewer than triple digits.
Each of them unleashed their most powerful battle techniques to wear down and strike at the Hell Familiar.
Led by the Ghostsword Elfa, the Frost King Kwon Ji-Hyun, and the Hell Dragon Rider Restiev, with others supporting.
Casualties were inevitable in this process.
Even top-tier legendary professionals were often instantly killed by a single strike from the Hell Familiar.
But what their lives bought was the gradual dwindling of the Hell Familiar's health.
Under the eyes of the world, every single point of HP lost by the Hell Familiar was the expectation of billions of people across the Otherworld.
Countless people sat before the live-stream screens, cheering, shouting, and praying for their favorite professionals.
And under the relentless combined assault of all the elites, the Hell Familiar's health slowly dropped to 70%!
60%!
50%!
40%!
Seeing the BOSS's HP already fall to just 30%, it was almost the moment when the clouds would part and the moon would appear.
In the shadows, a pair of eyes had never left Ghostsword Elfa.
And those eyes belonged to Chen Zijin.
Throughout the entire battle, Chen Zijin had never struck. She remained hidden in the dark, waiting for her chance.
At the same time, to avoid exposing her movements, Chen Zijin had shut down her live-stream.
Her goal was to KILL Elfa.
Yes, killing the Hell Familiar and defending peace in the real world was indeed important.
But once the BOSS died, if Elfa smoothly claimed first place, then this world would no longer remain peaceful.
In this BOSS battle, Elfa's presence was indispensable.
To push the Hell Familiar to this point, Elfa alone had contributed at least 30%.
So in the earlier stages, Chen Zijin had not acted.
She needed to use Elfa to stabilize the BOSS first.
But now, with the BOSS at only 30% HP, that was stable enough.
Even without Elfa now, the remaining Hell Familiar could still be slain with Chen Zijin taking his place alongside the others.
Thus, realizing the moment had come, Chen Zijin tightened her grip on her dagger, ready to act.
Slash!
With Elfa's sword rising and falling, he released a flash of swordlight, combining with the others' attacks to push the Hell Familiar back.
He planted his long sword into the ground, gathering energy into the blade.
Seeing the red glow wrap tightly around Elfa's body, Chen Zijin, well aware of his ultimate skill, immediately understood which move Elfa was about to use.
"This skill grows stronger the longer it charges, but during charging, he's also at his weakest…"
Spotting the perfect moment to strike, Chen Zijin raised her dagger, preparing to launch a sneak attack at Elfa.
Just then, the ground suddenly trembled.
All the professionals on the field had their actions disrupted by the sudden quake.
"What now?"
As panic spread among the crowd—
CRASH!
A massive black cloud, seething with lightning within and without, descended from the sky.
The dark cloud landed on the battlefield, then swiftly took form, into the likeness of the Hell Familiar Golia.
At once, everyone was stunned.
"What? Two Hell Familiars?"
"What's going on? Why are there two Hell Familiars appearing at the same time?"
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