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

The wounded Dragon Guard carried the soldier on his shoulder.

"What if we don't go back?"

"The Dragon King is still up there."

"But your arm..."

"Connect it again after it's disconnected."

The injured dragon guard glanced at him.

"The weight of this basket is just enough for two people to suspend themselves in the middle."

"I'm leaving. If you don't, they'll drag you down from below."

The dragon guard, covered in blood, cursed.

He struggled to his feet and grabbed the edge of the basket.

"Oh shit."

"Didn't Tianmu just say that the Dragon King's classmates are all incredibly outrageous?"

Do you think they will come to rescue the Dragon King?

The injured dragon guard remained silent for a moment.

He had just looked at the sky as well.

I've seen Class 9.

I've read God of War, Ancestor Yan, and Emperor Huangtian.

But this is the Abyss of Fallen Gods.

It is a place where the Dragon King's Palace and the Alliance of Gods' corpses were piled up.

He looked up at the increasingly dense black light deep within the palace.

"have no idea."

The dragon guard, covered in blood, grinned.

"It would be even better if we could be rescued as well."

"I'm not married yet."

The injured Long Wei was about to curse him out.

suddenly.

His ears twitched.

Between the two worlds, a voice that did not belong to the Abyss of Fallen Gods rang out.

"Wuhu—"

"Here comes the great one!"

The dragon guard, covered in blood, was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, another strange laugh from a mechanical loudspeaker exploded from a greater distance.

"Hehehe!"

"Little Ai is here too!"

Both dragon guards lowered their heads at the same time.

They saw the space at the end of the blood-red wasteland be smashed open.

Ripples spread out.

then.

A group of people fell upside down, excitedly.

The boy in the lead was holding a girl in his arms, the hem of his clothes fluttering in the wind.

The girl's hair flew in the wind, and her eyes sparkled.

rear.

Someone brandished a hammer and laughed strangely.

Someone drew two swords.

Someone is riding on wheels of fire.

Someone flew through the air on a sword.

Someone is piloting a mech that is towing a swarm of metal bees.

There was also a two-hundred-meter-tall deep blue mechanical weapon that squeezed into this upside-down world.

The blood-covered dragon guard slowly opened his mouth.

"Holy crap..."

"They're really here?"

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Following closely behind the deep blue mech into the Abyss of Fallen Gods, dozens of swarm units suddenly broke away from the group.

They hover in the center of two inverted worlds.

Two silver tentacles stood up at the same time.

The compound eyes glowed with a deep blue light, and the tail vibrated continuously at a fixed frequency, as an invisible signal matrix rapidly spread out.

"Buzzing—"

For the first time, the spatial fluctuations inside and outside the Abyss of Fallen Gods were forcibly anchored.

outside world.

On the deck of the Ark of the End.

Luo Ji stood in front of the command platform, swiping his hand across the virtual screen in front of him.

In the center of the screen, a red coordinate representing the Abyss of Fallen Gods quickly turned green.

[Signal connection successful.]

[Screen synchronization complete.]

Luo Ji raised his index finger and tapped it lightly.

The next moment, countless tiny silver-white spheres shot out from both sides of the ship, pierced through the clouds, and flew to all parts of the world.

Same as last time.

These silvery-white spheres quickly split apart after reaching the sky above the city.

The metal parts assemble themselves.

In less than ten seconds, square, suspended broadcasting stations appeared in the skies above cities around the world.

The official Dragon Kingdom immediately connected to the signal and set up a public live broadcast room.

Countless mobile phones, computers, and public screens simultaneously switched to the new format.

The screen lights up.

All members of Class Nine are taking off from the blood-red wasteland of the Fallen God Abyss, heading towards the inverted palace complex on the other side.

The broadcast camera rotated 180 degrees.

The palace complex that was originally upside down above quickly returned to normal view, and the Class 9 members appeared to be falling from the sky.

The live stream was silent for less than a second.

The screen exploded with comments.

[Searching for Idrisla]: "Holy crap! Can anyone tell me what happened?"

"I just opened a certain candy, mushroom, or eggplant app, and the page was forcibly redirected here!"

"I was so scared I thought I'd been arrested for admiring something beautiful!"

[Youmian Mountain]: "..."

"What a wonderful appreciation for beautiful things."

"Let's watch the movie then!"

[The Most Handsome Person #1]: "Stop talking about watching movies!"

"Look at that guy carrying the sledgehammer in the picture!"

"Is that Old Ancestor Yan?"

"Bah! We're all from the same era; you should now be called the Father of All Races!"

That comment had just floated past.

All the viewers in the live stream turned their attention to the center of the screen.

no way.

That person was just too conspicuous.

Anyone who sees someone carrying a hammer the size of a building and smashing it down would find it hard not to take a second look.

[General Feixiao's Great Victory: "Holy crap! Holy crap!"]

"Not just the father of all races!"

"And there's also the God of War, Lu Ming!"

"Is that the golden light emanating from the center of the monster horde the Dragon King?!"

"Look at the very front again!"

"Isn't that guy carrying the little girl on his sword the arrogant, show-off, wife-doting, and overbearing class monitor from Class 9?"

[Star Profound Sword Master]: "It really is!"

"I understand!"

"They've mobilized their entire force to rescue the Dragon King!"

"I never expected that I'd have such a good show to start just as I was getting ready to finish my martial arts-related assignments!"

"Cool!"

"This is fate!"

This comment flashed by.

The live stream suddenly became much quieter.

Countless students who had just picked up their pens silently put down their homework and switched the live stream to full screen.

Operation?

What homework?

The show's already set out, what's the point of writing anything?

Inside the Abyss of Fallen Gods.

From a wide-angle perspective, Class 9, led by Ye Chuhao, is rising rapidly.

The scene shifts.

The directions of the upper and lower worlds were thus reversed.

The palace complex, which was originally suspended upside down overhead, is now viewed from a normal, upright perspective in the picture.

"Old Dragon!"

Yan Cong, carrying a large sledgehammer, shouted excitedly.

"We've come to rescue you!!!"

A broken white stone pillar.

A shattered golden dome.

One after another, faceless, decaying angels crawled out from the depths of the palace, their wings trailing sticky black blood, leaving wet streaks on the ground.

In the center of the palace complex.

The golden dragon phantom exploded again and again.

Long Aotian, covered in blood, smashed the rotting angel that lunged at him with a single punch.

Hearing that familiar, raspy voice, he took a moment to look up.

Yan Cong, Lu Ming, Ye Chen, Su Huaying...

Almost everyone from Class 9 arrived.

Long Aotian's lips twitched on the spot.

Especially after seeing Ye Chuhao stop flying in mid-air.

His complexion looked even worse.

That guy was riding a flying sword, holding Xingyao in his arms, and had an extremely irritating smile on his face.

Ye Chuhao raised his finger.

His mental energy condensed into transparent longswords around him.

Whoosh whoosh-"

Countless transparent swords fell from the sky.

The sound of something cutting through the air blended together.

The rotting angels surrounding Long Aotian were instantly pierced, their bodies pinned to the ground, splattering large amounts of black blood.

For a moment, the area around Long Aotian was finally empty.

Ye Chuhao looked at his tense face, his lips curving upwards without any attempt to hide it, displaying the traditional virtue of Class 9's breakthroughs always involving showing off and being sarcastic.