"When the time comes, you'll be the first we settle the score with!"
"That's right! A reckoning for the 118th!"
"A reckoning for the 118th!"
A terrifying pressure, like four boundless Star Seas, bore down on the 118th Star System's formation from four directions, crushing them mercilessly.
The expressions on Zhou Li, Li Yinghong, and Chu Yunxiao's faces instantly turned grim.
Behind them, the millions of Martial Artists were so oppressed by the immense pressure—a force collectively generated by seventy to eighty Infinite Sea experts and nearly ten million at the River Realm—that their very formation began to waver.
This was an open conspiracy.
This was naked bullying, brandishing the "greater good" as a weapon.
The Martial Artists of the 118th Star System were filled with indignation and rage, but they were powerless to refute it.
Because their opponents were speaking the truth.
