With two Hell Familiars Golia suddenly appearing on the battlefield, all the professionals present were completely dumbfounded.
Because not only did they look identical, but their strength was also exactly the same. Both were king-class BOSSes.
And the one that appeared later was still in full health, full status.
To deal with the first Hell Familiar, the professionals of all nations had already suffered heavy losses. By this point, on average, everyone had died at least once.
At least 50% of the professionals had already been eliminated.
And even with such massive sacrifice, they had only managed to knock out seventy percent of the Hell Familiar's health. It still had 30% remaining.
Before the original battle had even ended, a brand-new enemy appeared.
That shred of hard-earned hope instantly turned into despair.
Everyone thought there were simply two king-class Hell Familiars in the Ultimate Arena.
Only Wolong, Hidden Dragon, and Xuanlan knew the truth.
First, every king-class BOSS in the Otherworld was unique. It was impossible for two Hell Familiars to exist at the same time.
Second, the black cloud form before the second Hell Familiar appeared had already betrayed its true identity.
"The God of Wrath!"
"Asura has arrived!"
As soon as Xuanlan's words fell, the sky abruptly shifted, winds and clouds surging, thunder and lightning roaring.
The ground shook even more violently.
ROAR!
A deafening dragon's cry echoed through the sky.
The next instant, a Hell Dragon with three pairs of dark-golden wings and eighteen eyes arrayed across its head descended from the heavens, crashing down onto the earth.
CRASH!
A massive dark barrier emerged from the ground.
From within the barrier, a gigantic nine-headed black serpent shot forth.
When the nine-headed serpent appeared, countless people shuddered.
Even Elfa's heart jolted violently.
Because this nine-headed serpent was the mysterious BOSS that had defeated Elfa not long ago, throwing the whole Otherworld into panic.
And at that time, Elfa wasn't like now, weakened by the Hell Arena's level reset.
He had been a level 500, Tier-9 Ghostsword, yet he was still defeated.
So upon seeing the nine-headed serpent again, even Elfa felt an inexplicable fear rise in his heart.
Once bitten by a snake, ten years afraid of ropes.
In this world, there weren't many who could defeat Elfa.
And in that moment, Elfa seemed to suddenly understand something.
Memories of his family's secret records surfaced in his mind, his pupils instantly widening, "The Three Main Gods of the Otherworld!"
God of Wrath · Jie'e!
God of Desire · Wu'en!
God of Malevolence · Motan!
The appearance of the Three Main Gods shocked countless people inside and outside the arena.
["Where did these three monsters come from?"]
["What are they? I've searched the entire Otherworld database, and there's no record of them at all."]
["Don't tell me they're the only king-class BOSSes of the Otherworld?"]
["Are you joking? The Hell Arena now has four ultimate bosses at the same time, and all of them are king-class? Even the king-class secret realm Asura broke into a hundred years ago wasn't this exaggerated!"]
["But the aura coming from them is definitely not weaker than a king-class BOSS. In fact, their pressure feels even stronger than Hell Familiar Golia!"]
["That nine-headed serpent defeated Ghostsword Elfa before, which means the other two aren't any weaker either!"]
["Where on earth did they come from?"]
On the battlefield, all the professionals fell into panic before the sudden arrival of three new enemies.
Because most of them had no idea what level of opponent they were facing.
And for the few who did know about the Three Main Gods, their fear was magnified tenfold.
Because according to what they knew, their elders had warned them: when the Three Main Gods reappear in the world, it will mark the day of humanity's extinction.
The arrival of the Three Main Gods had already left countless people terrified.
And with their descent—
CRASH!
A massive golden rift tore through space on the battlefield, slowly opening wide.
From within stepped a warrior clad head to toe in sealed, flowing-gold armor.
"It's him! The guy who teamed up with Dragon Nation's Zero to conquer all nightmare-difficulty arenas of the Otherworld!"
"That's right! He was the one who summoned the nine-headed serpent back then, letting it defeat Elfa!"
"After he and Zero broke through all nightmare arenas and unlocked the Hell Arena, he disappeared completely. I always knew he wasn't simple. Turns out everything was his careful plan all along!"
"Wait… could he be the Ghost? All those missing contestants, are they connected to him?"
As professionals around them whispered about the sudden appearance of the flowing-gold warrior and the three great beasts, that warrior, his entire body radiating golden light, his aura clearly stronger than before, rested his golden longsword on his shoulder.
Through the metal helmet on his face, his glowing red eyes locked on the empire's professionals ahead, as he spoke coldly, "Everyone, welcome to my world!"
A wave of fear and confusion swept through the crowd.
Faced with this mysterious flowing-gold warrior, someone suddenly spoke out, "Don't you think his figure and posture look a lot like someone?"
"Like who?"
"Dragon Nation's Asura, who died a hundred years ago during the Tier 9 beast tide."
"Wait! Didn't someone from Dragon Nation already claim that the Ghost was Asura? Could it be true, that Ghost really is Asura, the Asura God who once stood alone against the Tier 9 beast tide a hundred years ago?"
Asura!
The moment that name appeared, the entire field descended into chaos.
The deeds of Dragon Nation's Asura God from a hundred years ago, known by everyone, young and old, from the elders in their hundreds to children barely three.
Standing alone against the Tier 9 beast tide, even now, such a feat was earth-shattering.
Not to mention, this was a hundred years ago, when both technology and combat techniques were far less advanced.
Asura being called a "God" was no empty name.
It was nearly certain, the flowing-gold warrior was Asura.
In that moment, even Elfa felt a pang of guilt in his heart.
Because he had once declared: even if the Asura God of Dragon Nation were resurrected, he would step on Asura and replace him as the new god of the world.
But now, with Asura truly standing before him, he still felt guilty inside.
Elfa questioned the golden warrior, "You… are you really Asura?"
"Bluffing," the Undead Swordsman Morgan Gibada snorted coldly from the side, "Who knows if he's man or ghost, how could he be Asura?"
"Even if he were Asura, that's the past. Now, this is the era of the Frost King and Ghostsword."
"As for you, you'd best go back underground and sleep forever!"
The words had barely left his mouth when Morgan Gibada charged, locking onto the golden warrior.
Before he could get close—
BOOM!
A powerful sword aura burst out from beneath the golden warrior's feet, piercing straight through Morgan Gibada, shattering even his SSS-grade Undead Shield.
The battlefield went dead silent.
A second later, Morgan Gibada's eyes went wide, and with a heavy thud he fell to his knees.
His health bar above his head instantly emptied.
The golden warrior hadn't even truly moved.
"Since when… do BUGS dare to speak up?"
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