Heroes' Prison-Chapter 1307 - 1242: God of Slaughter’s Call! The World Responds!
As the Heavenly Dao wielded its power, two thick light beams surged from the Sky-Splitting Spear, fiercely slicing toward the horizon of the sky!
The two thick light beams, after slicing through the black line at the edge of the World-Ending Formation, immediately made a violent friction sound, rumbling as if to cut open the black sky covered by the formation and allow daylight to reappear.
However, those black lines quickly stabilized again, resisting the cutting of the light beams, but they were also unable to continue their forward assault.
With the inclusion of the Divine Artifacts from the Thunder God, Pharaoh, and Heavenly Dao, the invading power of the World-Ending Formation was finally blocked!
The effect of the Divine Artifacts was too evident. The power of Thunder God, Pharaoh, and Heavenly Dao was simply not enough to compare with those demonic experts who set up the World-Ending Formation, but their Divine Artifacts should not be underestimated.
Huang Yi watched them unleash the might of their Divine Artifacts one by one, and couldn’t help but touch his own Wrath of the Godslayer. Although it was also a Divine Artifact, it was merely a Level Five Divine Artifact Embryo, and was not of much use in such a level of battle.
At this time, seeing the sky had stabilized, the Pharaoh finally stopped chanting scriptures and spread open the Bible of Faith in his hand, allowing golden characters to fly into the sky.
He turned his head and looked at Huang Yi, saying, "God of War, I heard that among your Hero Empire’s Guardians, there is one who was the Mortal God Fallen Feather, Broken Wing of the Feathered Race?"
"Yes!" Huang Yi nodded.
The Pharaoh cleared his throat and said, "Can you arrange a meeting between me and him? I have some questions about Johns that I would like to ask him."
"Sure! Actually, you don’t need to ask my permission; you can directly find him. I think he would also be interested in meeting the heir of Johns."
"Thank you very much."
In the Heroes’ Prison, the inmates are all famous figures from ancient times, and they are related to the heritage of many well-known master players worldwide. For example, Sharp Sword had closely met with the Guardian Emperor Somret of the Hero Empire, and they also had a deep connection with the Sword Emperor.
Thinking about Sharp Sword, Huang Yi couldn’t help but feel a bit of anticipation. It’s been a long time since Sharp Sword appeared, and he wondered if this catastrophe would also force him out. However, Sharp Sword’s attitude toward the Second World had always been vague. He seemed not to care about the existence of this world; perhaps his fundamental interests lie in that mysterious Underworld.
"Do you think this will stop your demise?" At this moment, a divine voice echoed from the sky, rolling across the heavens and earth, resonating endlessly.
That voice was calm and leisurely, as if everything was within his expectation.
"King of Hell!" Huang Yi and the Dean simultaneously uttered the name!
This was the voice of the King of Hell!
As the King of Hell’s words rang out, the black demonic qi from all directions seemed suddenly urged by a powerful force, surging instantly and breaking through the last piece of the sky’s defense!
Whether it was the Thunder God’s blue water bubbles, the Pharaoh’s golden words, or Heaven Dao’s two lights of Open Heaven, they were all shattered like clay chickens and pottery dogs!
The black barrier of the World-Ending Formation rapidly devoured the last piece of sky over Moonlight City, and the world grew darker, ready to lose its light entirely!
"No good! The King of Hell strengthened the World-Ending Formation, and it will soon devour this sky! We need more helpers!" The Dean cried out in despair, quickly turning to Huang Yi, "God of War, you are the World’s Guardian, quickly summon all the capable Heaven-Sent people in the world to come to Moonlight City to stop this catastrophe! I will risk my life to go to outer space and use the Time of Georgia to slow down the time flow of the seventy-two demonic experts, ostensibly buying you time, but I’m just one person and cannot delay them long. You must hurry! The survival of the Second World rests on you all!"
After speaking, the Dean heavily patted Huang Yi’s shoulder, as if entrusting the heavy burden of the world onto his shoulders.
Subsequently, the Dean transformed into a streak of light, charging toward the last piece of sky overhead with a sense of facing death, as if rushing toward demise!
He was alone, yet he was going to delay seventy-two demonic experts, not knowing if he could return alive.
"Take care!" Huang Yi muttered as he looked up at the Dean disappearing into the sky.
He then gathered his spirits anew and immediately used his World’s Guardian privileges to issue a solemn proclamation to the entire Second World—
"I, God of War, in the name of the World’s Guardian, summon all justice-seeking Heaven-Sent people of the world! The Second World is in peril, which concerns everyone’s life and death. Please, all eccentric and hermit who can help, come to Central Continent Moonlight City for rescue immediately. No matter your field, occupation, or race, no matter your country of origin, regardless of past grudges, lay aside all prejudices, and use your respective strengths to defend the last piece of sky in the Second World together!"
Huang Yi’s voice echoed like a system announcement across every corner of the Second World!
From hundreds of continents to vast oceans, bustling cities to desolate deserts, everyone in the Second World heard his solemn voice.
In the next moment, countless eccentrics from the public, reclusive hermits, and long-famous experts... no matter what they were doing, regardless of their capabilities, as long as they believed they could help, they all rushed toward the Central Continent as quickly as possible.
In the Ganges Continent, a deserted primeval forest, the creaky door of a dilapidated temple was slowly pushed open, and a barefooted ascetic emerged, looked up towards the direction of the Central Continent, and then disappeared into the air.
In the Life Drifting Continent, an ancient village, a scruffy wandering poet was telling stories to a group of children in a tavern. Upon hearing the proclamation, he smiled slightly and said, "I have to leave for a bit, I’ll tell you more next time." Saying that, he left the tavern.
On a deserted island in the Northwest Ocean, an adventurer stood on the dark coast, observing the patterns of the tides. Upon hearing the voice from heaven and earth, he turned his head thoughtfully towards the Central Continent.
In the Southern Hemisphere, in the depths of the ocean of the Second World—Feyma Trench, thunder suddenly roared, and lightning bolts struck from the deep sea, carrying a figure shrouded in Thunder Light soaring into the sky, disappearing toward the Central Continent’s horizon.
In the real world, a university student was eating instant noodles in his dormitory. After hearing Huang Yi’s call on the live TV broadcast, he immediately covered his noodle cup, wiped his mouth, and put on his virtual helmet.
