Above the ground, the battle was still as intense.
The leaders of the Four Sacred Grounds were being suppresed by Augusta and the others, while those other Nirvana Rebirth were being hunted down by the people brought by Ziyan and Xinye.
The players and the weaker natives, on the other hand, was being butchered like cattles by the students.
Just then, without a single herald or warning drum, the battle was suddenly interrupted.
Across the vast expanses of the central plazas, along the broken buildings and statues, and inside the burning ruins of the lower pavilions, tens of thousands of players suddenly stiffened.
It was as if an invisible, electrified steel cable had been threaded through their spines and pulled taut by a celestial winch.
Their limbs locked at horrific, unnatural angles, their weapons clattered from uncurling fingers, tumbling across the bloody flagstones.
"AH...AAAAAHHHH!"
