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A team leader from the southern region suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

"The clone of the Haotian Divine Deer... has gone berserk?!"

The leader of the Western Regions Serpent Bone Sect also stood up, staring intently at the scenes of dramatic changes unfolding on the Slaughtering Heaven Mirror, his voice hoarse.

"Even a avatar of a peak Heavenly Sovereign retains its instincts. Those attacks triggered some kind of stress response when they landed on it..."

Before he could finish speaking, the scene on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror had already undergone a dramatic change.

In the scene from the Northern Region, the deer-shaped clone slowly lowered its head, and its gentle eyes had now turned into two blazing golden lights.

Its forehooves slammed into the ground, and a visible golden shockwave erupted from beneath its hooves, spreading outwards in all directions like a rapidly expanding ripple.

The dozen or so cultivators from the Northern Region didn't even have time to react before being hit head-on by the shockwave.

Their bodies were as if they had been struck by a charging bull, flying backward and tumbling several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Some people coughed up blood on the spot, some fainted, and some struggled to get up, only to find that their spiritual energy circulation had become severely sluggish.

The shockwave did not dissipate; after hitting everyone, it continued to spread outwards, blowing away all the cultivators who were attacking the deer-shaped clone.

The leader of the Northern Region roared.

"Scatter! Scatter! Don't gather together!"

But his voice was swallowed up by the second shockwave.

The avatar of the Haotian Divine Deer stomped its front hoof again, and another golden shockwave exploded outwards, knocking the Northern Region cultivators who had just gotten up to the ground once more.

One after another, teleportation lights shone on the plains of the Northern Region, indicating that those who had been eliminated were being sent off the battlefield.

The scenes in the southern region were equally horrific.

Their deer-shaped clones also let out that deer cry, followed by a sweeping strike of antlers.

The gnarled antler, like a giant scythe, with its sharp golden arc, instantly tore apart the encirclement formation meticulously set up by the Southern Region cultivators.

Several figures were struck by the deer antlers and flew out like kites with broken strings, leaving messy trails in the gray sky before crashing heavily to the ground and dissipating into teleportation beams.

The situation in the Western Regions was slightly better; their habitual caution allowed some people to distance themselves before the deer-shaped clones made any unusual movements.

However, several people were still caught in the sudden shockwave, their defenses crushed by the irresistible force, and they disappeared in the teleportation light.

The scene in the Central Region was the most tragic.

The nearly one hundred participants in the Central Region were working together with increasing coordination to continuously increase their damage output.

But the change in the deer-shaped clone came without warning; it moved the moment the deer's cry rang out.

It did not tread the ground like the Northern Region, nor wave its horns like the Southern Region.

Open your mouth.

A beam of light, condensed purely from golden spiritual energy, erupted from its mouth, like a roaring golden dragon, carrying a world-destroying force, sweeping towards the area where the power was most concentrated among the people of the Central Region.

Zhao Heng was the first to react; his pupils constricted, and he roared.

"spread!"

With his dark gold longsword held horizontally in front of him, he suddenly leaped to the side. The golden beam of light grazed past him, engulfing several Qian Yuan Sect disciples behind him who were unable to dodge in time.

Before the disciples could even utter a scream, they vanished into teleportation points amidst the golden light.

Wang Qingyan was pulled away by Zhao Heng and rolled to the ground in a disheveled state, her moon-white dress covered in mud.

She looked up and watched as the golden beam of light carved a clear path through the crowd. Dozens of teleportation beams lit up in the aftershocks of the beam, and her face turned deathly pale.

Shi Yue reacted the fastest; his heavy spiritual energy shield was already in front of him the instant the beam of light struck.

The golden beam of light crashed into the shield with a deafening roar. Shi Yue was pushed back more than ten steps by the impact, his feet carving two deep furrows in the ground.

Several clear cracks appeared on the giant shield, and his tiger's mouth was shattered, with blood dripping down the edge of the shield.

But he blocked it.

He gritted his teeth, steadied the giant shield again, and roared at his junior brothers who were still in a daze behind him.

"Back off! Everyone, back off!"

Ling Feng reacted even faster; the moment the deer's cry rang out, his figure transformed into a streak of azure light, avoiding the deer-shaped clone's frontal attack from a great distance.

He looked back at the area being ravaged by the golden beam of light, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Yin Jiuyou had already disappeared into the shadows of the crowd.

His figure moved like a silent shadow, retreating to a safe distance before the deer-shaped clone's attack arrived. Liu Ruyan followed closely behind, her black umbrella opening to shield her from the scattered aftershocks of spiritual energy.

The damage numbers in the Central Region suddenly stopped on the Slaughtering Mirror, then plummeted. That was the result of the damage output of the eliminated players being deducted from the total damage.

"287" became "241".

与此同时，北域的伤害数字从「112」跌到了「54」，南域从「243」跌到了「156」，西域从「287」跌到了「198」。

Only the number for the Eastern Region remains unchanged at "387".

Because Wang Long had already led everyone to a safe distance the moment the deer's cry rang out, no one in the Eastern Region was affected by the rampage.

On the platform, all was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the dramatic changes unfolding in the five images on the Heavenly Slaughter Mirror.

Those contestants who were previously dealing damage methodically are now being eliminated one by one by the rampaging deer-shaped clones. Teleportation lights flashed across the five plains, like five simultaneous massacres.

"The Heavenly Deer... has gone berserk?!"

The leader of the Southern Region team was trembling.

"Didn't the Eternal Emperor say it wouldn't attack unprovoked?!"

"It did not launch an attack."

The leader of the Western Regions Snake Bone Sect had a livid face and a hoarse voice.

"It was just an instinctive stress response triggered by the attack, like if you keep poking a sleeping giant, it will eventually wake up."

"But how long has it been?! We've been fighting it in the Central Region for ages and it still hasn't woken up, how come it suddenly..."

"That attack in the Eastern Region."

The leader of the Tianlan Sect spoke in a deep voice, his gaze fixed on the unchanging numbers in the Eastern Region on the Lutian Mirror.

"The attack from the Eastern Region struck the gaps in its scales, causing damage far exceeding that of a single attack from the other regions. That attack made it feel threatened, so it woke up."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding chatter suddenly fell silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to the Eastern Region spectator area.

Song Tiange stood with his hands behind his back, his expression still calm, but if you looked closely, you would see that the corners of his mouth were slowly turning up.

Ye Wushuang stood beside him, her gaze also fixed on the Heaven-Slaying Mirror.

Her cool and aloof face showed little expression, but deep within her eyes, a very faint light, like an undercurrent beneath ice, was slowly surging.

In the Eastern Region spectator area, several team leaders had already stood up; some clenched their fists, while others had reddened eyes.

Someone whispered something.

"Wang Long... sensed it beforehand."

"He led his men away before his deer-shaped clone could make any moves."

Just how strong are this person's perceptions?

Meanwhile, on the gray-white plain in the eastern region, amidst the battlefield...

Wang Long stood at the front of the crowd, his gaze calmly fixed on the Haotian Divine Deer clone that was slowly turning around.

Its eyes had turned into two blazing golden lights, and the luster on its scales was several times brighter than before. A visible golden spiritual energy storm surrounded its body.

It finally moved.