Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1305 - 1240: Spatial Severance

Huang Yi’s plan quickly stimulated the nerves of global media, as reporters rushed to Moonlight City to capture the critical moment of history’s last sky, reporting with heightened tension.

Countless players were teleporting into Moonlight City from various regions to personally witness this most crucial moment in The Second World’s history. The city was overcrowded, from the sky to the ground, teeming with anxious players.

The world’s attention was focused on this small city.

Gusts of wind arose, whipping up dust and leaves to obscure the sky, shrouding the world in a fog-like tension of impending storm.

High in Moonlight City, the dean of the Oskan Royal Family stood in the void, his robe fluttering wildly in the wind.

With a flick of his hand, he took out a round pocket watch.

The pocket watch was entirely black, ancient in design, with a red pointer corresponding to various scales.

The dean extended a finger, gently fiddling with the red pointer, emitting the sound of tightening springs.

The red pointer began to tick-tock!

The ticking sound was incredibly sharp; even amidst the chaos of Moonlight City, it echoed throughout the city, reaching the ears of millions of anxious players!

Simultaneously, far away in the starry sky, one of the Seven Colored Stars, the Red Star, suddenly trembled, shooting out a thick red beam!

The red beam pierced through the vast universe, penetrated the asteroid belt, and shot straight towards The Second World.

This is the Time of Georgia, the most uniquely crafted among The Second World’s Ten Great Artifacts. It does not reside in The Second World but was placed by the Holy Giant Dragon Georgia on the Red Star in the starry sky. The pocket watch in the dean’s hand is merely a control device, enabling remote manipulation of the artifact on the Red Star to interfere with The Second World from afar.

"Look to the eastern sky—the catastrophe is coming!" At this moment, cries erupted from the crowd, as millions of players unanimously turned towards the east.

At the end of the eastern horizon, a black line surged forward like an irrefutable wave, denser and more terrifying than the darkest storm clouds, threatening to seal this sky.

"It’s coming from the west as well!"

"There’s one in the north too!"

"Southwards! Look south!"

Soon, players fearfully realized that every direction had a boundless black line advancing, converging to seal this last sky. This small patch of sky was the last little window through the black barrier.

The black lines advancing from all directions quickly clashed with the divine power aura released by dozens of Guardians of the Divine Domain, fiercely contending for the sky.

At the junction, space boiled furiously, mutually devouring and dissolving, forming a rippling boundary line.

The momentum of the black lines was finally hindered, their progress significantly slowed but never ceased, slowly compressing the range of divine power aura smaller and smaller.

In Moonlight City, millions turned pale, gazing at the shrinking sky as if watching their beloved world drift away bit by bit.

Just then, an extraordinary red light suddenly descended from above, instantly dyeing the red sky a vivid blood-like crimson.

The red sky was greatly replenished, stabilizing instantly, blocking the compressing black lines from all sides, allowing no reduction despite fierce battles at the boundary!

It was the dean controlling the Time of Georgia, emitting that beam from the Red Star, externally intervening in the sky, working with the dozens of Empire Guardians’ divine power within, finally blocking the invasion of the World-Ending Formation.

Millions of players in Moonlight City breathed a sigh of relief, yet their hearts still hung suspended, unable to truly relax.

The balance was too fragile to offer any sense of security.

...

Outside The Second World, seventy-two Demon Clan Divine Domain experts also noticed the anomaly over Moonlight City.

"God of Slaughter’s move proved quite effective, gathering dozens of Empire Guardians to protect the last sky, cooperating with the dean’s artifact control from inside and out, actually blocking our World-Ending Formation. God of Slaughter repeatedly foils our plans; I really want to entertain him properly," said a majestic man with two horns and dark red wings, licking his lips evilly.

He is the Demon Lord Requiem, a famed Void God expert within the Demon Clan. He spent epochs in the microcosm of the Demon Clan, maintaining its operation, rarely emerging to the outside world, making him less renowned than Pain Cult Master, Evil Emperor Zichen, or the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Yet, in terms of strength, he is far superior to them.

"This is merely The Second World struggling in its death throes! The King of Hell specifically invited us from the Heaven Realm; we won’t let The Second World easily thwart the King of Hell’s plans," said Jiang Sheng, the leader of the Four Space Envoys, calmly.

Gazing at the distant red beam from the Red Star, he turned to the other three Space Envoys and said, "Let’s immediately strip that space, isolating the red beam!"

Having said that, he flicked his hand, took out a Space Divine Staff, and commenced spell casting.

The remaining three Space Envoys also produced their Space Divine Staffs, chanting the same spell.

As they cast the spell, peculiar energy surged from within them, radiated from their Space Divine Staffs, and converged toward the last sky above Moonlight City.

The energy took a semi-transparent block form, like fragments of clear shattered glass, which began to assemble into a transparent wall, isolating the beam from the Red Star once arriving in that area.

The red beam from the Red Star vanished instantly upon striking the transparent spatial energy blocks, leaving clean cut surfaces with no overflow. It seemed as if that space had fractured, preventing the red beam from reaching The Second World’s upper sky. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

With the red beam waning, the last sky’s color weakened abruptly, leaving only the divine power aura of the dozens of Divine Domain experts inside.

World-Ending Formation energy resumed infiltration, subtly compressing the boundary, shrinking The Second World’s last sky ever smaller.