The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

next moment.

A two-hundred-meter-tall deep blue mech sped off from the deck.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

With each step, the energy patterns on the ship's surface flashed.

The mecha leaped down.

Beneath the ship's hull, countless honeycomb-like hatches opened simultaneously.

A dense swarm of mechanical bees surged out, forming a metallic tide, and followed Class Nine towards the sacred mountain.

Luo Ji was the only person left on the entire ship.

He stood in front of the command platform and turned a page of his book.

On the virtual screen in front of them, the coordinates of the sacred mountain, spatial ripples, and the frequency of the Ruins Rift were rapidly updated, line by line.

Luo Ji raised his hand and tapped it.

The aircraft carrier began to hover and stand by.

The city below.

Countless American citizens looked up at the colossal structure that covered half the sky, their mouths agape.

Oh my god!

"What is that?!"

"alien?!"

"Mom, I saw God's aircraft carrier!"

"Shit! Someone jumped down over there!"

"Could they be those students from the Dragon Kingdom's Sky Curtain?"

"student?!"

"You call that kind of thing a student?!"

"Are they going to invade the United States?"

U.S. Department of Defense.

In the monitoring room, the red alarm light kept flashing.

On the giant screen, an aircraft carrier hovers above the holy mountain.

Forty-seven figures, each displaying their unique abilities, descended from the sky.

Behind them followed a massive, deep blue mech and an endless swarm of mechanical bees.

One of the staff members turned pale.

"General, should we activate the air defense system immediately?"

"Launch an interceptor missile?"

"Or should we contact the White House to send celestial beings?"

Snapped--

The general next to him slapped him on the back of the head.

"Are you an idiot?"

"Didn't you watch the live broadcast on SkyNet?"

"That group of people is from Class 9 of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"It's the God of War, it's the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"What are you going to use to stop me?"

The staff member covered his head.

"But General, they've entered our airspace..."

The general glared at him.

"Airspace?"

"You're going to handle that?"

"You're going to fly your fighter jet up and intercept them?"

"You're going to ram your head into that 200-meter mech?"

The staff member opened his mouth.

The general pointed at the screen, his accent trembling with urgency.

Listen.

"We didn't see anything today."

"The radar is broken."

"The satellite is asleep."

"The weather near the holy mountain is very bad."

"Understand?"

The staff nodded repeatedly.

"Oh...oh..."

The general gritted his teeth and added a sentence.

"besides."

"Notify all departments."

"Don't fire."

"Don't shout."

"Don't provoke them."

"Let them in."

"Then I prayed that they came out in a good mood."

On the screen.

Class 9 is already close to the sacred mountain.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

The high-altitude wind pressure ripped away all the noise around us.

Xingyao was held in Ye Chuhao's arms as she fell downwards.

Her hair was blown behind her by the wind, and her cheeks were numb from the cold wind.

A strong feeling of weightlessness pressed down on her chest, but she did not close her eyes.

The sacred mountain below rapidly magnified.

The snow line, rock walls, forests, and mountain vortexes all unfolded rapidly in the field of vision.

Ye Chuhao looked down at her.

Are you scared?

Xingyao raised her face.

The wind made her voice sound scattered.

But this time, she didn't stutter.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Class monitor!"

"Let's charge!"

Ye Chuhao laughed out loud.

He looked down at the summit of the sacred mountain.

There is a black vortex there.

The vortex clung to the center of the snow, its edges constantly collapsing inward, stretching the surrounding snow into concentric spirals.

Ye Chuhao's eyes narrowed slightly.

The sound entered the minds of everyone in Class 9 through mental power.

"Everyone."

"Ready?"

"Enter the Ruins of Guixu."

Yan Cong swung the sledgehammer.

"receive!"

Ye Chen crossed his twin swords.

"Tsk, troublesome."

Lu Ming gripped his battle sword tightly.

"clear."

The thrusters of Luo Feng's mecha shone brightly once again.

"We can start killing now."

Su Huaying's spear tip ignited a spark.

"Yes, class monitor!"

Wang Quanyue pressed his hand on the sword hilt at the beginning of the month.

The flying sword beneath Jiang Mingzi's feet traced a cold arc of light.

Zhuge Wang was also holding a copper coin, cursing and swearing.

"I am truly impressed by you all."

"Saving people is like attacking a city."

Xiao Ai, piloting her deep blue mecha, chased after them, the loudspeaker vibrating so loudly that the entire sacred mountain trembled.

"Hehehe!"

"Little Ai is here!"

next second.

Ye Chuhao, carrying Xingyao, was the first to plunge into the black vortex.

A ripple spread across the surface of the vortex.

Followed by.

Ye Chen, Lu Ming, Yan Cong, Su Huaying, Wang Quanyuechu, Jiang Mingzi, Luo Feng, Zhuge Wangye...

One after another, figures disappeared into it.

The deep blue mech charged in last, its massive mechanical arm protecting its chest.

"Beep beep beep—"

The space emitted a muffled swallowing sound.

All members of Class 9 passed through the black vortex one after another.

The summit of the sacred mountain has returned to tranquility.

Only the snow and wind swept across the empty mountaintop.

Inside the Abyss of Fallen Gods.

There is no real sky here.

There is no real earth.

Two worlds, one above the other, are inverted and intertwined.

Below, there was a wasteland covered in blood.

The earth was torn open with countless black ravines, tattered battle flags were stuck in the blood and mud, and a pyramid with its top cut off stood alone.

Demons with broken horns stretched their claws out of the ground.

Above, there is a cluster of palaces hanging upside down.

The white stone pillar broke.

The golden dome shattered.

Countless faceless angels with decaying wings hung upside down between the palaces.

They have no eyes.

It has no facial features.

There were only faces so smooth they were chilling.

Between the two worlds, strange hot air balloon baskets hang suspended.

The basket is upside down.

The basket is facing upwards.

A huge sac was attached to its lower part.

The balloon was not warm and was filled with densely packed stones.

It was the weight of these stones that counteracted the attraction between the two worlds, leaving the basket stuck in mid-air.

One of them is on top.

Two dragon guards lay in the basket.

One was covered in blood, with half of his breastplate shattered.

His other arm was ripped open, and blood was still seeping from the wound.

"Fortunately, the Dragon King had made preparations in advance."

The dragon guard, covered in blood and panting heavily, glanced out of the basket.

His gaze first fell on the blood-red wasteland below.

On the wasteland, the remains of horned monsters still wriggle.

The main force of the Dragon King's Palace is fighting continuously below.

The things had just been chopped up, and the scraps of meat were already being pieced back together.

"If it weren't for this thing, we wouldn't even have been able to run away."

The injured dragon guard bit open the gauze and wrapped his right arm with his left hand.

The gauze was soaked with blood as soon as it was wrapped around the neck once.

He took out a level-six pill from his pocket, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

The medicinal properties exploded.

His complexion finally showed a bit more signs of life.

The blood-covered dragon guard looked up again.

Above, in the center of the upside-down palace, golden light kept exploding.

From their perspective, Long Aotian was standing upside down among the palace complex, facing off against the faceless angels alone.

The golden dragon phantom surged forth again and again.

Time and again, they were overwhelmed by the wings of corruption.

Each time the golden light exploded, large amounts of angelic remains fell between the two worlds.

But there were too many faceless angels.

Deep within the palace, new monsters continue to emerge.

The blood-covered dragon guard moved his throat.

"Who would have thought?"

"We just finished fighting the Alliance of Gods, and now these things have crawled out."

The wounded dragon guard gripped his weapon, stood up, and the basket immediately sank a bit.

The suction force of the blood-red wasteland below has increased.

The dragon guard, covered in blood, changed his expression.

"Feed".

"Are you really going back?"