The signboard, the signal lights, the lofty ambitions, and the summoned soldiers—they barely dared to breathe or blink, their eyes fixed warily on the sky.

The leisurely drifting white clouds in the sky seemed ready to descend at any moment.

Hurry up!

The central king's eyes were cold and stern.

No one can escape fate; everyone is destined to be captured by death. Only the wind and light are eternal.

"How will you cut off the wind's claws?" she gripped her weapon tightly. "I shall be like the wind, forever chasing freedom; I shall be like the light, never to be extinguished!"

Her eyes burned like the sun.

The sorceress cast a spell with severe side effects, bringing her power to its peak.

No one can escape fate; everyone is destined to be captured by death. Only the wind and light are eternal... Even so, the Central King still believes that he will be different.

"This is troublesome." The Little Martial Saint's expression was grave.

They could sense the powerful strength of the Central King and his unwavering determination to die for him.

Aman, holding two pistols, stared at the Central King with a puzzled look: "What is she looking at?"

Phoenix's heart skipped a beat. She looked up at the sky and saw Soda Cracker, wearing headphones, open his eyes and smile slightly at her on the auspicious clouds.

Oman gripped his two pistols tightly.

The young martial saint unleashed all his power to its limit, concealing it yet ready to strike with lightning speed at any moment.

“We must act with the determination to kill him,” Gatekeeper took a deep breath, “otherwise we won’t survive.”

The traffic lights flashed rapidly: red, green, yellow, yellow, green, red...

In the bustling downtown area of ​​Songcheng, eight of the twelve players from the Heavenly Group were killed by Li Changzhou in one move; there were exactly eight of them.

He wanted to say something, but his throat felt clenched, making it difficult to utter a sound.

“Unlike the animal world, human society has been too comfortable for too long,” Li Changzhou stood up from the cloud platform. “Things of life and death are too far removed from us.”

He walked step by step through the void.

“The value game is different; life is life, and death is death. Without a tenacious and selfless heart, one can only be a fish on the chopping block.”

"You're going to break your promise?!" the Fiery Phoenix roared, its flames transforming into phoenix shapes, the air twisting and deforming with each flap of its wings.

The moment Li Changzhou's feet touched the ground, the Central King, connected to the earth, immediately felt his unparalleled power and the murderous aura as vast as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Her soul almost shrank back in fright.

The stone beast on the ground seemed to truly turn into stone the moment its feet touched the ground.

Only the central king, the sorcerer, and the captain of the guard could perceive that the ground, which had previously seemed peaceful but was actually bustling, was now truly silent, as if it were empty.

"I'll help you get the crown." Li Changzhou walked past the Fiery Phoenix.

He stood before the central king: "I have defeated you. Give me the crown, and you can go back and rebuild your homeland. No one will bother you again."

The central king's right arm was level with the ground, his elbow pulled back, and his left shoulder slightly forward, assuming a thrusting posture.

I hear the times are working against me. So—I let the morning star burn, the twilight rest, and I anchor at this moment.

She rushed forward.

Life, flesh, and power burned within her; her eyes blazed like bright fire. Li Changzhou drew the Emerald Bee Sword.

The Central King suffered repeated defeats, but she continued to strive, searching for a chance of victory that might never exist.

I see time disguised as the wind, blowing from the direction of death.

The Emerald Bee Sword slashed into the Central King's left shoulder, almost piercing her heart, while her longsword grazed past Li Changzhou's cheek.

My birth in the wind and light will also return to the wind and light.

The Central Queen felt her consciousness falling. She saw light worms flying around, her father, and the dead warriors.

Li Changzhou sheathed the Emerald Bee Sword.

"Should we admit defeat?"

The illusion in the Central King's eyes vanished, and she heard the sorcerer and the captain of the guard roar weakly.

She looked at the Earth God before her, panting, and chuckled, "The Earth God... so he bleeds?"

His face felt warm. Li Changzhou wiped it, and there was bright red blood on his fingertips. The wound was slowly healing.

“Faith cannot fill an empty stomach, nor can it sustain you and your people.” He gave her one last chance.

"I will burn, becoming a ray of light."

Li Changzhou looked into the distance, gazing at the central region, winter, autumn, and spring. He saw ruined cities, dead ice, rotten fruit, and shattered earth.

“In my old age,” he turned his gaze to the Central King, “I will remember that I slaughtered millions of lives on this planet and shed blood… though only a single drop.”

The Emerald Bee Sword drew a streak of emerald light.

"stop!"

According to the written agreement, players cannot harm each other during the New Year event.

The Emerald Bee Sword hovered in mid-air, Hou Feng standing in front of the Central King, blood flowing from his chest, the tip of the Central King's sword piercing through him.

Hou Feng raised his hand to stop the Special Operations Bureau player who wanted to step forward. He took a step forward and pulled the sword out of his body.

He turned around and looked at the Central King: "We only want to return to our homeland. I hope that the wounds and blood on my body are the last injury between Earth and the Four Seasons Star."

The Central King was somewhat moved, but she quickly regained her stern and resolute demeanor.

“Within my body, the wind runs, and you will never obtain the crown.” She raised her sword and slashed her own neck.

A burst of intense light erupted, and the Central King's sword was deflected.

"Gods of Earth, please accept the crown. We are willing to submit and hope you will spare my daughter."

Amidst a mournful, heavy, and almost sorrowful old voice, an apricot-yellow crown with a strange luster flew out from the body of the central king's daughter.

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