### Chapter 3: King vs. King (7)
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The nearest resurrection point was in Ground City, and the players from the alliance faction had just regained control of their bodies when they were pelted by an onslaught of crumbling bricks and debris falling from the sky.
Panic ensued as they scurried about, cursing their misfortune. “Why’s my luck so terrible?!”
Unlike the epic showdown between White Feather City and Cold Wind City, this time, it felt like everyone was wiped out in record time.
They had everything set up for a flawless victory; tower defenses erected, and they were just waiting for their opponents to walk into their trap like it was a birthday party.
But just when victory was within arm’s reach, Feng Yalin swooped in like a superhero, single-handedly taking on the world and clearing everything in her path.
Even the beast wave stood no chance against her dazzling powers, and the Nightmare Beasts suffered heavy losses.
Those few who managed to escape weren’t lucky for long, as the black mist swallowed them whole.
Total annihilation!
At that moment, when Feng Yalin appeared, the system conveniently offered the option to side with a third-party faction, “Extermination of Immortals.”
But alas, under Cold Little Rain’s influence, the players panicked and hurriedly chose the alliance faction.
Of course, a handful of d*e-hard fans opted for Thousand Bird City, hoping to replicate Cold Wind City’s success, but they ended up being squashed into nothingness.
Thus, the five thousand slots vanished in a blink, leaving the remaining players with zero opportunities to choose Extermination of Immortals.
This was probably the biggest regret of their lives.
They had the chance to win effortlessly, but instead, not only did they walk away empty-handed without any mission rewards, but they also lost a hefty sum of Spirit Coins. To top it all off, the system mercilessly deducted three attribute points from each player.
Cold Little Rain’s live streaming room quickly transformed into a venting ground for the aggrieved players.
Some even boldly accused her of being a double-crosser, betraying Strong Brother.
Of course, following a traitor usually leads to a bad ending.
A few of her loyal fans jumped to her defense, saying, “Nobody forced you to choose the alliance side! Imagine if the alliance had won—it would’ve been your wise choice, and Cold Little Rain would’ve had nothing to do with it! But now that you’ve lost, you come crying to her? Have you no shame?”
As the live chat descended into chaos, Cold Little Rain was sobbing like a broken faucet.
Her intentions were simple; she just wanted to break free from Strong Brother’s shadow and carve her own path.
Choosing the alliance faction was merely a way to seize the moment and show the insiders while attracting more viewers.
Why were there so many people mocking her now?
Had she truly done something wrong?
In her moment of sorrow, a goofy dog-headed figure quietly approached her.
“Little Rain, we’ve always been partners. Why make things so complicated?”
Seeing that familiar silly doghead, she burst into tears and hugged him tightly, as if all her previous grievances melted away in that moment.
Because Strong Brother hadn’t abandoned her, and the doghead was still the familiar, goofy doghead.
She silently promised herself never to pull such stupid stunts again.
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Meanwhile, the official live streaming room was bustling with millions of viewers.
As the black mist battle came to a close, a ten-minute break announcement flashed across the screen.
However, players remained glued to their screens, sensing that the upcoming battle in Thousand Bird City could be even more intense and thrilling.
So, despite the real world being deep in the night, most stayed in the temporarily blacked-out streaming room, chatting idly.
There were a few troublemakers trying to sway opinions against Cold Little Rain, but they were quickly drowned out by a tidal wave of b*llet comments shouting, “Extermination of Immortals! Extermination of Immortals!”
The cheers for those two words rang loud.
The comments scrolled furiously across the black screen.
Feng Yalin, who had just dominated the battlefield, had left a lasting impression on everyone.
The invincibility of Extermination of Immortals had unknowingly rooted itself in the players’ minds.
The Cold Moon Witch’s past displays of power and ruthlessness had left the audience eager for another glimpse of her impeccable grace.
As the boss of Extermination of Immortals, it was high time she made an appearance to tease the players a bit; always lurking in the shadows wasn’t good for her PR!
Amidst the growing anticipation, the black live streaming room suddenly lit up with a ten-second countdown.
“10… 9… 8… 7… 2… 1.”
As the countdown ended, a perfectly round, bright full moon appeared in the center of the screen.
Everyone held their breath.
The cold moonlight poured down, and even through a screen, the audience could feel a chill in the air.
Cold Moon?
Was this a hint from the system?
Yes! The Cold Moon Witch was about to make her entrance!
Perfect!
They had waited patiently for this moment, eager to once again behold the beauty of the Cold Moon Witch!
Just as they had hoped, a shadow gradually emerged from the silvery moonlight.
As time went on, the shadow grew larger and larger, resembling a soaring eagle from afar.
Upon a closer look, it was indeed a massive dark brown bird with a wingspan of nearly twenty meters, flying straight toward the camera against the moonlight.
Someone shouted, “There’s someone on that bird!”
At the same time, due to a sudden heavy impact, the circular chamber and underground areas were entirely exposed to the moonlight.
Li Ying Tian, Fu Yetian, and the Great King of the Split Land were positioned in a triangle.
Between them was a large crater, but there was no sign of what had caused this impact.
However, that didn’t matter to the three of them.
What mattered was the fate of the already tilted floating city, slanted at nearly a ten-degree angle. Where would it go from here?
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
All three were elite figures who ruled their realms, and although they paused their actions, their minds kept churning.
But at that very moment, they suddenly heard the flapping of wings above.
Who? Had the enemy brought reinforcements?
All three glanced upwards in unison, a twinge of fear creeping in.
Under the cold moonlight, a massive shadow loomed closer, quickly blocking out most of the silvery moon.
And atop that bird-like shadow, a figure dressed in a flowing skirt like flames stepped lightly on its neck, radiating an unprecedented pressure that came into view.
What terrified Fu Yetian even more was the fact that this backlit woman, whose face remained unclear, was cradling a Nightmare Beast that had shrunk down to the size of a hedgehog.
Where was Ru Yu? What happened to the Evil Incarnation of the Monster King?
How could they let the Nightmare Beast be taken by someone else?!
d*mn it!
Just as Fu Yetian prepared to inquire about this woman’s identity, a loud “thud” echoed beside him.
He turned to see the Great King of the Split Land kneeling heavily on the ground, trembling all over.
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