The myriad realms were drowning in blood.

Because of the sudden invasion of countless unknown pagan believers, every world fell into chaos—massacres erupting everywhere, screams tearing through the skies. No one was spared. Under the pagans’ coordinated slaughter, every living creature, regardless of age or gender, was reduced to ash.

Rivers of blood flowed. Wails of despair echoed endlessly.
Catastrophe swallowed everything.

At this moment, a desperate battle raged atop No. 1 Peak in the World.

On one side stood Lord Goyo and Yang Governor, both drenched in blood, barely able to stay upright.
On the other side were several powerful pagan masters led by Gladwin—cold, ruthless, and confident.

They had already wiped out all of the Guardian Alliance’s elites here—including the Four Elephants, who were at the absolute peak of power. Now, with overwhelming advantage, they surrounded Lord Goyo and Yang Governor, ready to deliver the killing blow.

“Lord Goyo. Yang Governor.” Gladwin grinned. “As long as you walk away from the Taoist Sect, submit to us, and hand over the myriad realms, your status and reputation may even allow you to continue leading the Guardian Alliance. Not a bad outcome, is it?”