"Stop spacing out! Get over here, now!" Phyllis Zade—the formidable strategist of the Zade Family—snapped coldly, snapping Jonathan Black back to his senses. Jonathan rushed to the doorway, only to see the monster's blood streaming down the steps like a waterfall. Meanwhile, in the courtyard, more and more monsters kept leaping out from the void.
Looking closely, there were about five entrances, like invisible teleportation gates, constantly bringing in more monsters. These portals weren't stable either—quite a few monsters got sliced clean in half by them. But the creatures seemed to have zero survival instinct, their crazed eyes filled only with the urge to destroy.
"It's Master Nature—the leader of the Nature Sect," Susan Morrow entered the hall wearing her Radiant Crown, her expression grave. "These are just his cannon fodder. I'll do everything I can to keep the bulk of their forces out and block his main assault. You all need to watch out for yourselves."
The Radiant Crown flared brilliantly as Susan Morrow spread her arms, and the entire hyperspace responded to her will.
Meanwhile, two minutes earlier, deep in the chaos, another will suddenly awakened.
"Miscalculated. I thought with the 'Sage' and 'Overlord' working together, plus a tampered 'God,' there was no way we wouldn't take down some nobody. But now it looks like those so-called Heavenly Rankings are way off. This world really is full of surprises—consider me taught a lesson. Looks like brute force is the only way forward now."
At the command of that will, the five Cubes of Truth in the mage tower suddenly turned into five streaks of light, shooting skyward toward hyperspace. Around the Cubes, five figures began to materialize out of thin air.
"Unit Four, Unit Five, Unit Six, Unit Seven, Unit Eight—drop everything you're doing and start a full-on assault on Tiberia from the outer layer. I'll allocate eighty-two percent of my computing power and resources to support you. Take hyperspace, no matter the cost. And—" the will thundered like an explosion, "recover the Cube of Truth at all costs!"
"Understood." The five distinct figures solidified, bowed in acceptance, and shot straight for hyperspace through the chaos. If cunning fails, brute force it is—the five knew the true will had made up its mind. Eighty-two percent—outsiders couldn't even imagine how massive those resources were. In their eyes, forty-one percent would be more than enough for a successful assault. Doubling down, the true will was clearly sparing no expense.
"If that's the case, folks, we can't hold back either." Each figure unleashed their specialties—some summoned cannon fodder to cause chaos inside, others launched signature moves for an external assault. Inside hyperspace, with Jack Young lending the power of his Radiant Crown as backup, Susan Morrow could finally go all out. For a moment, the battle for hyperspace hit its most intense peak yet.
After dispatching a force so overwhelming it could be called the "Steamroller Squad," that will turned its gaze upon Earth. The eyes embedded in The Divine's body were once again put to use, but this time, the images they returned were pure chaos.
"One false move, and the whole game is at risk." That will fell into deep thought. "A pure golden boundary scar? Now that's interesting..."
Meanwhile, in the unreachable realm of the mind, the blazing Sunfire Halo pierced every barrier, instantly returning to Jill Young's sea of consciousness and flooding it with light. Her completely depleted mental domain was instantly refilled, and the unconscious Jill Young opened her eyes.
As she opened her eyes, she saw the Cloud Giant in terrible shape, flickering in and out and unable to control itself. She saw the dazzling starlight at the horizon, and heard the words Dream Monroe had left behind.
But what caught her eye even more was, off in the distance, in the heart of Manhattan, a skyscraper was collapsing.
The World Trade Center.
Obviously, the ruthless Divine wasn’t content with just sending a plane to crash into the building—they’d also planted a ton of explosives. That snap of the Divine’s left hand had just detonated them all.
Explosions erupted, starting from the lower floors and climbing upward. Bursts of fire ballooned across the skyscraper like tumors, and the building itself twisted and groaned, bending over like an old man broken by illness, finally toppling downward.
There were still some superheroes active in Manhattan, but faced with a collapsing skyscraper, there was nothing they could do.
Everything, in her eyes, seemed to slow down.