Monsters Are Coming

Chapter 1430 - 370: Wait, Fellow Villager—This Item Is Destined for Me

Therefore, the significance of the internet wire far exceeds the wire itself; it is an invisible chain that binds the entire tribe, as well as the divine punishment whip wielded by the "patriarch" to sanction the tribe members addicted to the internet.Several hours later, all tribe members gathered at the Colorful Mist Coast.

A new round of cross-space strike operations was about to begin again.

...

Another two days passed.

The number of tourists captured in the Game Space decreased sharply again.

This made the Life Throat realize that the Youlu Council, unable to solve the problem of the continuous disappearance of slaughter teams, was about to close shop once again.

After this closure, it was evident that the Youlu Council, before determining the specific cause, would not reopen in the short term.

This made the Life Throat feel that it was time to initiate the second step of the plan.

This time, the Life Throat took action once again, descending into the Game Space in the form of the Critical Strike Soul.

Before the game started, he took out a pre-made space imprint from the Space Bag and crushed it with his hand.

As the imprint shattered in his palm, it transformed into tiny silvery specks.

Like stardust dispersed by the wind, it silently seeped into the Game Space scene, flowing along the rule veins of the Game Space.

Every ripple that appeared transmitted the space coordinate information to the outside world.

The frequency of energy flow in the game arena, the weak points of the space defense barrier set by the Youlu Council... were compressed within this invisible signal.

The next second, several figures appeared above the Life Throat, wrapped in a chilly killing intent, diving downwards with a bluish energy.

Perceiving the abnormal fluctuations emanating from the space, the alerted Youlu Council guards attacked the Life Throat without hesitation.

Boom!

The figure of the Life Throat instantly turned into countless specks of light within the energy torrent, then transformed into black mist and dissipated.

The Youlü Guards hovered mid-air, after killing the Life Throat, they unleashed energy runes from within their bodies, trying to intercept the outward-spreading signal within the space barrier.

But it was already too late.

The invisible signal passed through layer upon layer of space, diffusing and wandering aimlessly.

...

Soul Gathering Continent, Northern Demon Sea.

A member of the Destiny Clan, clad in Bone Armor, was panting heavily while leaning on a broken War Spear.

His name was Ming Tong, a merchant of equivalent games drifting outside, having been wandering this desolate marine area for 13 years.

Lowering his head to glance at the Bone Armor stained with Northern Demon Sea Beast blood, his gaze turned towards the Star Cores piled on the ground not far away, his spoils of the day’s hunt.

Just as he was packing away his trophies, he suddenly perceived a strand of space fluctuation.

Suddenly raising his hand and grabbing, instantly a piece of information flooded into his mind.

Countless shattering images exploded in his mind, in addition to an order: war summons.

But what puzzled him was, why was an ancient space transmission method being used?

After the Destiny Clan wove the spiritual communication network centered on the Destiny Rule, such ancient space transmission methods had long been obsolete.

Even the new generation was unaware of how to use such space summoning orders.

Moreover, this war summons had a clear level restriction, requiring only those at the "Destiny Apostle" level or above to proceed to the beacon battlefield.

And he was precisely a member of the Destiny Apostle corps.

Since receiving the "war summons" instruction, he must respond to it.

It was very likely that some high-level tribe member needed to seek cross-space rescue.

Ming Shi clenched the War Spear, the muscles under the Bone Armor tensed abruptly.

He turned sharply, swinging the War Spear towards the direction from which the signal came, tearing open a Space Rift to proceed.

At the same moment, thirty thousand miles south of the Soul Gathering Continent.

In the midst of dissecting a frozen giant beast in an ice cave, Ming Shuang suddenly raised his head, then directly tore open space to proceed to the coordinate location.

Beneath the flowing sand of the West Desert Gobi, upon receiving the signal, Ming Tu’s body emerged from the sand layer to hover mid-air, emitting light.

Covered in sand and gravel, cleansed by the silver light, he swiped a finger across the space ahead, abruptly tearing open space to proceed.

Above the tree crown of the Southern Domain Rainforest, Ming Kong, engaged in equivalent games with the Alien Race, suddenly heard a ringing from his earring.

He resolutely abandoned the upcoming new round of games, tore off the earring, and tore open space towards the summoning location.

At the edge of the Eastern Domain Desert, while counting spiritual materials, Ming An also received the space recruitment information at this moment....

In the area of the Soul Gathering Continent where the Game Space is located, a total of 39 Destiny Clan members received the spatial beacon.

Among them was a "Great Destiny Envoy" with hope of advancing to the Flamebearer Lineage Life Master, who all followed the "war summon" instructions to break sky and proceed to the Game Space.

In no time, 39 figures descended into the Game Space.

Confirming the spatial signal was indeed coming from here, the 39 figures exchanged glances, simultaneously creating a silver storm.

At this moment, the high-level members of the Youlu Council were also shocked.

Realizing that the Game Space had already been exposed.

In the face of the foreign invasion, they decisively mobilized the Clan Power to launch a counterattack.

Although the Youlu Council had many members, those who descended were all Destiny Clan members at the Apostle Level or above, constituting the absolute elite of the Destiny Clan.

Using the Player System to calculate individual combat power, all were above Level 300.

Among them, the combat power of the Great Destiny Envoy "Ming An" was more than 400.

In the initial clash, the Youlu Council quickly fell apart.

Boom!

At the forefront, Ming An took a step forward, his silver robe billowed, pushing forward with a single hand.

The silver river of light, condensed by the Destiny Rule, spanned across like a sky chasm, as the offensive of the Youlu Council hit the silver light, like a mud bull entering the sea, without even a slight ripple.

In the initial clash, Ming An’s doubts increased.

The forces hidden within this space seemed to lack the combat power to make any core member resort to a "war summons" for help.