The death battle in Antarctica—this is humanity's ultimate fight for survival.
If victory is achieved, it will mean the annihilation of all Specters and giant Demons; this battle will become a dazzling legend that anchors the fate of millennia to come. No matter how difficult or drawn out the struggle, no one rushes or panics.
Everyone prays in silence, their hearts full of hope and longing.
But then—
Just as victory seems within reach, as dawn breaks on the horizon, a dramatic upheaval erupts!
Across the world—whether martial artists, Gifted, ordinary citizens, or officials in positions of power—all eyes are locked on the snowbound expanse of Antarctica.
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In the southern region of Americonia, inside a brightly colored bar—
The bar's screen switches to a satellite feed. People of every skin color gather in silence, and a group of young men and women who had just raised their glasses to celebrate now freeze, arms stiff and faces locked in shock.
"My God! That—that drake, how did it get so huge?"
"Its raised head pierces the clouds, and even Sinovera's Supreme Andrew Han can't hold it back!" a young man with curly brown hair exclaims, face pale, voice trembling with fear.
They understand, at least in part.
The key turning point in this death battle: the starry-sky lifeform known as Lurian has intervened!
Even through the seal, Lurian can ignite and amplify the Emerald Drake's power, while suppressing Andrew Han—leaving him nearly powerless to resist.
The bar falls utterly silent, all trace of its usual clamor gone.
A suffocating tension fills the air. One by one, patrons stand up, eyes glued to the satellite footage of the increasingly brutal life-and-death struggle, tears welling unbidden in their eyes.
"No!" The young man with curly brown hair clenches his aluminum beer can, veins bulging in his hand, eyes bloodshot. "Supreme Andrew Han will win! He has to win!"
"No—he's been knocked down onto the glacier!"
"Oh God, the entire glacier's been crushed to powder beneath those massive claws."
The young people scream in low voices.
Their voices were pressed low, the dim bar lights casting flickering glows across every anxious face, everyone feeling a suffocating tension. No one remained seated; one by one, they rose abruptly.
The bar's lights were pale and motionless, a frozen haze.
Glasses clinked with a faint ring, abnormally sharp to the ear.
"Stand up."
A young man with olive hair and lips tinged blue stared grimly at the silent screen: "Andrew Han, please stand up!"
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No matter the nation, no matter the color of skin or region, at this moment, it was as if the world had become a single whole.
Not only Americonia, but also the Anglo-French Union and countless others—all understood that if any Supreme managed to break through, they could reinforce another front, and victory would be within reach.
But at the same time, absolutely no Supreme could be allowed to fall!
"Damn it, that young Sinoveran Supreme has been targeted by that cosmic lifeform!"