Although the deeds of the Three Main Gods had been deliberately sealed a thousand years ago, leaving them unknown to the world, all of it was only to avoid bringing unnecessary panic to humanity.
But now, with the Three Main Gods reappearing in the human world, this matter could no longer be concealed.
Countless people, through investigation, had already unearthed records from a thousand years ago about the Three Main Gods.
So now, everyone knew: the Three Main Gods were once defined as the three strongest kings of the Otherworld.
Their strength level was above King-level, yet had not formally stepped into the next tier.
Clearly, the strength level of this [Demon Emperor · Yu] that Zhang Yue mentioned had completely broken through King-level and stepped into a higher domain.
Thus, his power even far surpassed the Three Main Gods.
Even the Three Main Gods honored him as a supreme being.
"It cannot be denied, above King-level, there exist even higher beings," Zhang Yue said, "The origin and identity of the Demon Emperor remain to be verified, but what is certain is: it is the Demon Emperor."
Hidden Dragon exclaimed, "So a thousand years ago, you and Demon Emperor Yu perished together, yet neither of you actually died? You revived today, a thousand years later, by reincarnating your soul, while Demon Emperor Yu seized your Asura body from a thousand years ago and also revived?"
"No wonder this guy, ever since he appeared, has always shown such strong killing intent toward you, like some love rival!"
Taking over Hidden Dragon's words, Xuan Lan said, "If that's the case, then it makes sense that he can casually open spatial rifts from the Otherworld to the Real World."
"What King-level bosses cannot do, those above King-level certainly can."
"The Hell Arena was an opportunity," Zhang Yue said, "Combined with the Demon Emperor's own power, he could generate a magnetic field, thereby creating spatial rifts."
"However, compared to the rifts that could be opened by failing to clear the Hell Arena, this rift's energy strength is much smaller. It should only be able to support the transfer of some small monsters."
Wolong said, "Even just some small monsters are enough to bring massive damage to the Real World."
Wolong was right.
Because in the Real World, more than 70% of humanity were ordinary civilians with no weapons.
They didn't have the powerful combat strength of professionals.
Even a level 1 small monster, once breaking into the Real World, could bring devastating harm to those civilians.
"What's more, according to past practice, spatial rifts facing the Real World should appear at random locations, with monsters spawning randomly."
"Even if professionals are stationed around the world, we cannot ensure the safety of the entire world at the same time. There will always be places we cannot cover, enough for them to exploit."
Xuan Lan said, "So the only way to ensure 100% safety is to stop them inside the Otherworld, before they cross the rifts."
"Damn it! This is driving me crazy!", Hidden Dragon swore impatiently, "What's with this Death Territory nonsense, making it so we can't enter the World 32!"
"So next, it all depends on the professionals of the World 32 themselves."
And so, one wave hadn't ended before another rose.
The Hell Arena had just been cleared, people hadn't even had time to rejoice.
In the blink of an eye, another even greater challenge arrived.
This time, though the difficulty seemed to decrease a lot, since there were no Three Main Gods, no ghosts, no Hell Familiar Golia, nor god-tier Hell Messenger boss army, in reality, the difficulty instead increased.
Because all the professional elites from high-level worlds had been expelled from the World 32.
This meant the battle could only rely on each nation's local professionals of the World 32, with no help from professionals of higher worlds.
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[World 32]
The local professionals suddenly became the focus of attention of people across all nations.
All around, countless spatial rifts opened, facing more than twenty countries worldwide.
Professionals of the great nations each took their posts at the rifts within their territory, resisting the invading demons.
ROAR! ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!
Endless demons roared as they swarmed forward.
They were all level 175 normal monsters.
Though individually weak, any local professional with some fighting power could basically kill them.
But the fatal problem was: their numbers were massive.
They poured endlessly out of the ground, already forming the scale of a tier-one beast tide.
Many who saw the beast tide panicked, for most had never faced one before.
Yet, to defend home and country, they clenched their teeth, ready to fight.
Behind them was the gate leading to the Real World, if they retreated, it would be the civilians of reality who would suffer.
"Before, seniors fought the Hell Arena to protect us. Now it's our turn to protect them!"
"Brothers of the Kalman Empire, hold the line! Do not let a single monster step into our Kalman Empire's land!"
"Warriors of the Sevian Empire, the time has come to defend home and country! Stay sharp, all of you!"
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
"KILL!"
With shouts echoing, professionals stationed at each spatial rift of the great empires raised their weapons, striking against the demons rushing in.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Frontline warriors and knights engaged the demon army at close range, forming a defense line to block them.
At the same time, archers and mages in the back row unleashed long-range attacks, countless arrows and spell orbs flying over the heads of the frontline knights, crashing into the demons ahead.
The gap between freelancers and pro players was still quite large.
Relying only on the World 32' freelance professionals to withstand monsters on the scale of a beast tide was still difficult.
Soon, many weaker nations' defenses collapsed.
At this time, professionals of course only guarded the rifts of their own nations, preventing monsters from invading their land, unable to care for other countries.
In the world, not every nation was like Dragon Nation, Lighthouse Nation, or Russia, with countless professional elites.
No exaggeration, some countries couldn't even produce a single rare-class professional.
Some had very limited numbers of professionals.
The professional forces stationed in the World 32 simply could not withstand the sweep of the demon army.
Before long, at one spatial rift, the few professionals guarding for [Lama Nation] were trampled underfoot by the demon army.
Endless demons, stepping over the white light of fallen professionals, scrambled one after another into the spatial rift leading straight to the Real World…
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