Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

Those heavy transport planes were loaded with extraordinary materials that Ami had urgently procured over the past two weeks. These materials were worth over $145 million!

Their sole purpose was to induce heavy rainfall in an emergency! Widespread and intense emergency rainfall occurred in Wyoming, particularly near Yellowstone!

At the same time, all the major rivers, reservoirs, and water conservancy facilities near Wyoming were opened to release water at full capacity, determined to make the entire state wet as quickly as possible!

The outer and inner worlds influence each other; the methods used in the outer world will ultimately be reflected in the inner world.

This off-market manipulation will cost a whopping 300 million dollars! But Amei didn't even blink an eye!

More than 30 million kilograms of extraordinary icy materials from the Arctic were even transported to the Inner World, where they are currently being bombarded by mortars at the Flame Realm, ten kilometers away, to forcibly lower its temperature once again!

Gods are very powerful, but mortals are by no means weak either.

A superpower like the United States, when it is truly in operation, is quite terrifying, no less so than any natural disaster.

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The Lord of Molten Fire was originally quite relaxed; although his expression was unreadable, his attitude was very easygoing.

After all, just one sentence was enough to scare so many little insects into immobility.

However, when the grand formation that Uncle Tie and his group had prepared for so long was activated, when the entire state of Wyoming in the surface world was flooded by torrential rain, and when the Flame Realm was cooled down by bombardment of thousands of extraordinary ice materials, He became enraged!

For no apparent reason, He felt something on His head, making it impossible for Him to straighten His back.

It's not a hat, it's the ceiling!

These wretched insects are actually using the environment to restrict Him! Restricting the great Lord of Molten Fire!

This is blasphemy!

Most importantly, halfway through the ritual, when the Flame Realm hadn't expanded sufficiently and the entrance to the Inner World wasn't large enough, He was forcibly awakened by that foolish evil fire demon, which has resulted in Him being stuck at this entrance.

Unable to move or escape, his abilities were reduced to a mediocre level. Then, he got hit on the head with a hat!

Everyone felt the immense pressure and the burning sensation from the depths of their hearts lessen instantly. It wasn't gone, but at least it was bearable.

Everyone immediately felt relieved.

Xiluo quickly pulled out his mandolin, ignoring the sweat still dripping from his forehead, and played and sang while tap dancing with his feet.

"When the howling north wind brings snowflakes, it comes again~ Oh~ I know the bitter cold is coming! Praise be to the harsh winter, to the resilience of my ancestors..."

A Nordic folk tune was sung, and as Siro plucked the strings of his mandolin, psychic energy trembled, and the epic book on his body moved without wind, with many ancient characters flying in the air.

Snowflakes actually began to appear in the air, though they only covered a radius of three or four meters around him and melted instantly, but they brought a refreshing coolness to his teammates. The nameless fire of restlessness in their hearts also disappeared.

Everyone: This kid is actually useful after all! Don't stop, keep playing the music and dancing!

Everyone took their medicine, activated their items, or cast spells.

The Lord of Molten Fire thought to himself, "You little insects don't take me seriously!"

Crush them! Crush them all!

"Die!" He grabbed a crimson long-handled scythe from the lava pool beneath him and swung it horizontally.

Zhao Hao: That's strange, why is he using a sickle like that? Shouldn't he be using a hammer?

Zhao Hao felt that it was a bit incongruous for the Lord of Molten Fire to use a large scythe. He wasn't the Grim Reaper, so why was he using a scythe? Where's your hammer?!

However, no matter what they use, what is the power behind it?

Flames appeared in the air, and the crimson flames formed a long fire snake on the scythe, flicking its tongue as it charged towards the crowd.

"Scatter!" someone shouted, and the crowd immediately scattered. In the blink of an eye, they had dispersed from their original spot to the surrounding area.

However, this only allowed them to dodge the direct attack of the giant scythe. With a whoosh, the air seemed to be sliced ​​open. It sounded like a train speeding past.

The fire serpent, which had swelled to two meters in diameter, pounced as if it were about to sweep across the entire area.

Everyone displayed their unique abilities, attacking the fire serpent or defending against the flames.

Even with only half a body remaining, even after being tricked into being unable to straighten up or raise his head, the Lord of Molten Fire's attack still threw everyone into a frenzy.

But it seems they are not invincible?!

"Attack! Everyone be careful!" Guardian Knight Kairo shouted, his Holy Divine Aura surging, transforming into two golden wings behind him. He pounced forward and chopped off the fire serpent's head with a single sword strike, the flames dissipating in the air.

Then, the Venerable Zhidian, Kailuo, Yuan Hua, and others attempted to approach the lava pool.

The lava pool was forty or fifty meters in diameter, so it was impossible to jump into the lava to attack the Lord of Lava. Besides, the Lord of Lava was extremely hot; even steel would melt if it touched it. How could it be possible to fight him in close combat?

Fortunately, the melee fighters present were all at the Bronze level, so they at least had ranged abilities.

The shirtless, eccentric monk shouted, "Take this! The Great Compassionate Buddha's Fist to Guide You to the Western Paradise!"

Suddenly, hundreds of golden fist shadows filled the sky, densely packed and rushing towards the Lava Lord's chest.

That's about all the fighting can do; to hit the head, you'd have to jump over twenty meters.

That big monk was truly ferocious. He assumed a horse stance, his muscles trembling, and his fists were already flying so fast they were almost invisible. A dense barrage of fist shadows surged out, striking for seven or eight seconds straight without stopping.

If the Lord of Molten Core hadn't been so enraged that he had swung his scythe down, he probably would have kept spamming "Orai!" the whole time!

The attack by the Venerable Zhidian seemed to have no effect, and in reality, one couldn't expect it to have any effect in just one moment.

The purpose of so many people coming is to wear down the Lord of Molten Core while he is unable to exert his Silver-level strength!

While the wise monk Zhidian dodged in a sorry state, the guardian knight Kairo had already launched an attack, immediately unleashing a "Demon-Slaying Slash." The twelve or thirteen-meter-long crescent-shaped golden battle aura slash struck the arm of the Lord of Molten Fire, causing flames and magma to erupt.

Although it didn't cause any major damage, it infuriated the Lord of Molten Core.

"Damn it!" It swung its large scythe, but Kairo nimbly dodged it by swinging its golden battle aura wings.

But then the Lord of Molten Fire straightened his chest, tilted his head back, took a deep breath, and then spewed out a mouthful of scorching lava!

Just as everyone was about to crowd around and attack, this mouthful of scalding "saliva" nearly killed several of them.

Sam made a crucial contribution at this moment. His speed was truly remarkable, and his reaction time was impeccable. In a flash, he dove six times, rescuing six teammates who were in danger.

Otherwise, if you get sprayed with that, you'll be seriously injured, if not killed, and you might even burn your hands and feet off.

However, half of his face was roasted and turned bright red.

Dr. Sun quickly flicked out a few gold needles and stuck them into the face, immediately producing a hissing sound, like a kettle boiling over.

Zhao Hao quickly stepped in and used medical ninjutsu to treat his teammates who had been splashed by the lava.

Characters like Black Lincoln were unharmed; his defenses were truly formidable, his skin a deep, gleaming black. Even when splashed with lava, he merely grimaced and emitted wisps of smoke, remaining completely unscathed.

However, the other teammates are like delicate skin among bronze-level players.

Gunmen, priests, mages, and the like—once you're caught in their trap, you're in real trouble.

This battle will not be easy; everyone will need time to adapt.

The Teutonic Knights of Nadal, the Paladins of the French, Ash the Chainsaw, and Old Saipan, among other melee Bronze warriors, have all charged in.

They're taking much greater risks. This has always been the status quo in the battle between the underdog and the rich.

Several people from the Mage Association and the Alchemist Guild are also making preparations; they're planning something big.

The alchemists had made preparations before they arrived, not only providing the teams with alchemical potions and healing elixirs, but also preparing for this battle.

Materials obtained from the ancient glaciers of Antarctica were used in a ritualistic refining process in the name of the Ice Goddess, ultimately resulting in a potion of winter potion.

The three mages over there joined forces to cast a spell, using a blizzard.

Although the blizzard melted and evaporated before it even reached the Lord of Molten Core, it did lower the surrounding temperature.

This protracted battle will have to be fought piecemeal.

At that moment, an old alchemist handed Black Lincoln a white jar that looked like a soccer ball...

Old Saipan was firing with his large shotgun, but even though he was using Glacier-enchanted bullets, the effect was still very weak. He could only leave some black dots on the Molten Lord's waist, which would disappear in an instant.

However, this also attracted His attention, since no one would stand idly by pricking themselves with toothpicks.

Just as He reached out to press down on the flea and crush it, Black Lincoln threw out the jar.

This guy's arm suddenly became incredibly thick, and he threw that heavy jar from over fifty meters away.

The jar smashed into the Lord of Molten Fire with a crisp "crack!" Immediately afterward, the blazing white flames cooled down, and the area within two meters of the impact point turned black and cold, while the surrounding three or four meters turned dark red!

This seemed to have hurt the Lord of Molten Fire, who immediately let out a scream.

"Damn it! Damn it!" Although the cooling zone on his body was rapidly turning red and bright, he was truly injured.

The Lord of Molten Fire plunged his hands into the lava pool, then suddenly unleashed a massive wave of magma!

A massive wave of crimson lava, tens of meters high and forty or fifty meters wide, crashed over us!

"Quick! Get behind me!" The eccentric heavy mechanical sorcerer threw out a small metal box-like object, and then his entire mechanical body immediately glowed with psionic energy. In the blink of an eye, the small box expanded and swelled, turning into a V-shaped water divider.

Most people hid behind the psionic machine, and Father Deva and the other spellcasters added several layers of psionic shields to it before the magma wave crashed down.

This thing is pretty powerful; it separates the lava into two sides and sweeps it away.

When the Lord of Molten Fire saw that the attack had no effect, he stretched out his hand and immediately spewed out dozens of lava fireballs as thick as water tanks.

The rear hall was originally quite large, even as a school auditorium for thousands of students, it seemed spacious. However, it appeared so crowded after this renovation.

Huge lava fireballs kept falling from the sky, exploding when they hit the ground or walls, spewing out a huge amount of lava and flames!

"Sam! I'll cover you!" Zhao Hao shouted.

Sam glanced at him and noticed that Zhao Hao was pointing at the hand of the Molten Lord that was spewing fireballs. He immediately understood, nodded fiercely, gritted his teeth, and vanished instantly.

The next second he appeared not far in front of the Lord of Molten Fire, and with a push of his hands, he opened a spatial opening more than ten meters wide in front of the several-meter-long lava hand.

The lava fireballs surged into the cave entrance one after another, then fell from the top of the Lava Lord's head.

What does it feel like to throw a stone and it hit you on the head? Humiliation! The physical damage may be minimal, but the insult is extremely strong!

The Lord of Molten Fire slapped him, causing the air to freeze, but Zhao Hao was already far away, executing the Dragon-Capturing Crane move: Come here and get me!

He pulled Sam back dozens of meters and flew him to his side.

At this moment, several spellcasters joined forces to create an ice spear seven or eight meters long, which was then launched by the enlarged Black Lincoln...

The Venerable Master Zhidian also changed his tactics, using the Hades Prison Suppression Fist, each punch sealing away a significant portion of the Molten Lord's spiritual energy...

The gunman had assembled a giant sniper cannon, more than five meters long, far from the entrance of the main hall, and was firing a liquid nitrogen grenade launcher...

The church's agents are silently reciting the restoration prayer, accelerating the spiritual restoration of everyone...

The Lord of Molten Fire fought for a long time but failed to eliminate the swarm of insects. Instead, he was hampered and made a mess of things. So he reached out and stirred up the lava pool, then waved his hand and summoned dozens of various fire monsters.