Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless stone slabs above turned to powder, violently shattered by an inexplicable, powerful force.

In an instant, the entire tavern was reduced to ruins!

Players hiding in the tavern, too afraid to go out and fight, were instantly killed by the terrifying force, their bodies’ blood drained, turning them into desiccated corpses.

Whoosh!

A giant wolf paw descended from the sky, carrying a fierce gale, sweeping viciously across Luoyun City!

The massive stone buildings of Luoyun City crumbled like tofu in an instant, pulverized into fragments!

Turned into a sea of stone chips!

In a flash, the entire Luoyun City was filled with wails of anguish!

“Damn it, how are we fighting? Didn’t they say the whole server’s players were coming to reinforce us? What a load of crap, where are they?!”

The players who luckily survived were shocked and dismayed.

They had thought that with the whole server’s players reinforcing them, they could safely weather this disaster.

Unexpectedly, even with billions of players from the whole server, they still let the Nine Nether Three-Headed Hellwolf break into the city. It was simply too pathetic!

“Old Huang, it seems… this time we’re doomed.”

Three thousand meters away, on a cliff, Fist Sage was now being supported by Yun Xiang beside him, looking completely exhausted.

“Haha, if we die, we die. It’s just a game. If I die and can’t play anymore, I’ll just quit. What else can they do to me? I, Path to Hell, have always been a loner anyway, nothing to worry about.”

Path to Hell laughed heartily, patting Fist Sage’s shoulder, not caring at all.

But Fist Sage glanced at Yun Bao behind him with a loving look, and returned a very forced smile to Path to Hell, “Sigh, you might not care.”

The image of Jiang Cheng suddenly flashed in his mind.

Jiang Cheng’s death had always made him feel very guilty.

When Jiang Cheng had his accident, his boxing gym was in a period of rapid development. Plus, when calling Jiang Cheng, he always reported good news but not the bad, leading to him not knowing about Jiang Cheng’s death until it happened.

As his brother, he didn’t even know immediately when such a big thing happened to him, and didn’t reach out to help him in time.

This had always been a thorn in his heart.

Heaven had finally allowed Jiang Cheng to exist in the game in this way, allowing the two brothers to reunite.

Who would have thought that now something like this would happen again.

“I promised to help you return to reality, but it seems I’ve broken my word again.” Fist Sage clenched his fists, but felt utterly powerless inside.

Sometimes, human will really can’t overcome heaven’s decree.

“Good people are blessed by heaven, Master. Skeleton Big God will definitely be fine. Look, Luoyun City is gone, but Skeleton Big God still hasn’t appeared. This means he wasn’t in Luoyun City at all.”

Yun Xiang, supporting Fist Sage, tried to comfort him.

But she knew very well in her heart that perhaps just now, Skeleton Big God had already been killed outright by the Nine Nether Three-Headed Hellwolf’s area attack, dying under its fierce claws.

“That’s right, Master, you don’t need to be sad. Skeleton Big Brother definitely isn’t in Luoyun City. You don’t know how amazing Skeleton Big Brother is. If he were here, how could he possibly let this stupid dog act like a crab here?”

Although Yun Bao was comforting Fist Sage, she actually felt a bit down inside too.

She herself didn’t mind, having come to terms with things long ago.

Being able to meet a group of family and friends who cherished and loved her in her remaining short time, she was already content.

It’s just… it seemed she couldn’t accompany them any further…

“Let’s hope so.” Fist Sage sighed regretfully.

He knew very well in his heart that even if Jiang Cheng wasn’t dead now, once the Nine Nether Three-Headed Hellwolf continued to ravage The Great Wasteland, no one would be able to escape.

Where could Jiang Cheng run with A Silly Cutie?

“Actually, what I’m most worried about is Little Cutie. If she… then they…” Fist Sage suddenly didn’t dare to continue.

“Tsk tsk, to think that we, the mighty Twelve Gods, and the great Fist Sage known as the Sparring Maniac, would have such a miserable day?”

“King Poser, you’re coming now? Isn’t it a bit too late?”

“Not late, not late. Better late than never. On the way, I happened to meet Dongli, and by the way, I also called Cangqiong and Jue Ying over.”

As Xie Changkong finished speaking, eight figures suddenly appeared behind him.

Dharma Saint Lan Xingyue, Immortal Phoenix Meng Changqing, Array Emperor Nian Cangsheng, Silver Snow War God Zhao Bai’an, Human Frost Weapon Emei Ci, God of Levels Xia Dongli, God Hand Illusionist Ren Cangqiong, and Wind Demon Jue Ying.

The moment they saw the eight people, Fist Sage’s group immediately brightened up.

On their side, Fist Sage, Path to Hell, and Qian Shanxue were all here.

This meant that all Twelve Gods were present!

“Old He, after this battle, shall we find a place to spar?”

God Hand Illusionist Ren Cangqiong wore a white ancient-style robe, his black hair meticulously arranged without a single strand out of place. His face was fair and handsome, and the white jade with glass patterns at his waist added a unique charm to him.

His whole being exuded an immortal aura. In ancient times, he would indeed have been like a jade-like young master.

Even Qian Shanxue cast an extra glance at him.

Yun Bao was so excited she couldn’t speak.

“Oh my god, to see all Twelve Gods gathered in my lifetime, I… I… I… even if I die now, it would be worth it!”

“Great Immortal, Great Immortal, are you the God Hand Illusionist, the one they call the God Hand Illusionist? You’re really too handsome!”

“Wow, you’re the Silver Moon War God Zhao Bai’an, right? I heard you have a nickname called the White-Haired Demon Witch, is that true?”

“Wow…”

Yun Bao let out a series of exclamations, bouncing around in front of Xie Changkong and the others like an excited little rabbit.

It must be said that the Twelve Gods were not only powerful in strength, but in terms of looks, they were also one in a million, crushing countless others.

Even someone like Meng Changqing, who was at the uncle level, had a unique sense of vicissitude that made people feel unforgettable after seeing him.

“Uncle, you see, these are the idols in my heart. You’re too scruffy, I really can’t look up to you.”

Renegade Desperado: “…”

Renegade Desperado, who had been standing next to Qian Shanxue, was hit while lying down, making him feel very speechless.

“Get lost, I never said I wanted a stunted little brat like you to look up to me.” Renegade Desperado didn’t bother with Yun Bao, but instead looked deeply at Xie Changkong.

“Xie Changkong, after we kill this stupid dog, I want to fight you, to uphold my master’s name, to let the world know that my master will always be an unforgettable existence for them!”

“Heh, I’m at your service anytime.” Xie Changkong chuckled lightly, returning a salute to Renegade Desperado.

“Tch, uncle’s starting to pose again.”

Renegade Desperado: “…”

“I won’t stoop to the level of a little brat.” Renegade Desperado couldn’t even be bothered to lift an eyelid.

“Old He, how come you can barely walk?”

Zhao Bai’an swung his silver-white spear and came to Fist Sage’s front, asking with a serious expression.

Seeing Fist Sage panting like this, everyone’s hearts actually sank.

They just didn’t say it out loud.

“Severe injuries now have feedback in the real world, causing weakness. This didn’t happen before. I don’t know if this is real or deliberately designed by The Great Wasteland. Anyway, now, if you can avoid getting hurt, you’d better not get hurt.”