This region boasts vast, fertile plains, primarily used for agriculture.
Due to its remote location, poor transportation, and weak infrastructure, its economic development is relatively lagging.
However, it is one of the most densely populated states, making it the ideal sacrificial site for the World Guild and Raphael.
But with the actions of Suzaku and Qinglong, their secret base has been completely exposed.
Zhong Shenxiu, leading numerous powerful figures from the Dragon Kingdom, surrounded the members of the World Guild and Raphael.
To prevent their escape, Zhong Shenxiu and his group had set up a special formation and equipped it with special items, rendering all items within a ten-kilometer radius ineffective.
This meant that the "teleportation command" was unusable.
Raphael, with his white hair, stood with his hands behind his back, his expression grave.
"Mr. Bond, there's no escape. Only by fighting to the death will we have a chance of survival."
The man named Bond was the vice president of the World Guild.
Bond, tall and imposing, his face ashen, his battle axe gleaming with thirst.
Raphael's eyes turned cold as he looked at Zhong Shenxiu, stepped forward, and vanished in an instant.
A cold glint flashed, a blade aimed at Zhong's throat.
"Clang!"
Zhong Shenxiu's eyes were icy as he raised his hand to block Raphael's decapitation strike.
Raphael sneered, then his blade danced rapidly, launching a series of attacks at Zhong Shenxiu.
"Clang clang clang!"
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged a hundred blows.
Zhong Shenxiu remained calm, receiving all of Raphael's attacks.
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light erupted from behind Raphael, and his four pure white wings unfurled.
As a top assassin, Zhong Shenxiu was naturally unaffected by the dazzling golden light, but he could sense Raphael's power surging.
Raphael shone with brilliance, like a divine angel.
"Zhong Shenxiu, surprised, aren't you?"
"Haha! I have to thank you all. If Michael hadn't died, I wouldn't have obtained the 'Four-Winged Angel Physique.'"
"Zhong Shenxiu, we've fought for decades, never achieving a clear victor."
"To express my gratitude, today we'll end this feud and send you to your grave."
Blessed by the "Four-Winged Angel Physique," Raphael moved like a ghost, appearing and disappearing without a trace.
He burst forth at the speed of light, thrusting his blade forward. Zhong Shenxiu had no chance to react.
Seeing this, Raphael's lips curled into a smile. He had succeeded!
"Whoosh!"
The blade pierced through Zhong Shenxiu's neck, but...
It pierced through—an afterimage.
"How is this possible!"
"Your speed is faster than mine?"
Zhong Shenxiu coldly stared at Raphael, casually flicking his wrist.
"Pfft!"
Raphael's body was severed from his head, his eyes wide open in death.
In the past, Zhong Shenxiu certainly wouldn't have been able to kill him with a single blow, but after obtaining Fang Xian's "attribute-boosting agent," he was no longer on the same level as Raphael.
"Old Zhong, you're really slow."
Hong Zhentian held Bond's head, smugly.
Zhong Shenxiu watched the dozen or so level 99 Awakened from the Dragon Kingdom wreaking havoc and smiled slightly.
"The overall situation is settled; now it's up to Fang Xian."
...
"Fuck!"
The president, watching Fang Xian's live stream, glared angrily.
"Boom!"
"Ah—"
The live stream was blocked by something by Fang Xian; the screen was obscured, only the sound could be heard.
The incessant screams and explosions told everyone that the Awakened Ones in the Taida Building were likely doomed.
The five strongest Awakened Ones, along with 50% of all Awakened Ones, were there, yet Fang Xian and his group had slaughtered them—it was utterly incomprehensible.
"It's over, all over!"
Some high-ranking officials listened to their screams, overcome with grief.
"Shit! How can Fang Xian be so strong?"
"Fuck! It's all because nuclear weapons are basically ineffective against top-tier Awakened Ones, otherwise we wouldn't be in this predicament."
The president was already annoyed enough; hearing their incompetent barking only fueled his frustration.
"Quiet!"
A roar silenced the entire room.
"Don't panic, we still have allies."
He looked at Michael Arthur and asked in a low voice.
"Arthur, when will the reinforcements arrive?"
Michael Arthur sighed, his face filled with dejection.
"They can't come."
These words shocked everyone present.
"What? Did they go back on their word?"
"No…"
Michael Arthur shook his head helplessly and showed everyone the video he had just received.
In the video, thousands of Awakened reinforcements were preparing for battle when more than a dozen beautiful Eastern women appeared in the sky.
Each of them was stunningly beautiful.
Before the Awakened army could react, they were bombarded with their various skills, routed, and suffering heavy casualties.
Most importantly, the Awakened were completely powerless to fight back, easily wiped out like chickens and ducks.
The divine dragon in the sky, in particular, terrified them.
"Fuck! What happened? Why did it turn out like this?"
"That dragon…could it have hatched from the 'dragon egg' that went missing during the 'Genius Tournament'?"
"Very likely…"
"Fuck! If we had known it was a 'divine beast' of this level, we shouldn't have used it as a prize!"
"Shut up!"
The President's eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched.
Michael Arthur sighed again, his head bowed.
"Vice President Bond and Raphael were killed, and everyone else perished in battle…"
Silence!
Deathly silence!
The President's face was grim, feeling worse than if he had eaten shit.
He glared at everyone and made his final decision.
"Activate the sacrificial array in Detroit."
Upon hearing this, everyone present looked grim, but no one uttered any objections.
Detroit is the largest city in Michigan, with a population of approximately 630,000.
Long ago, the entire city of Detroit was secretly transformed into a massive magical array to prepare for the crisis of national annihilation.
Now, their situation has reached a critical juncture of life and death; if they don't "summon the gods," they will surely perish.
The president's eyes widened in fury, his killing intent palpable.
"Fang Xian, the 'gods' will certainly not let you go."
"Just wait to face your demise!"