Pillar of Yita

In Ye Hua’s eyes, the Clockwork Fairies were scattering and fluttering about.

The Combat Artisan—he never expected that this young man beside him possessed such skills.

Under the cold night, countless Flexible Constructs were soaring into the sky with the sound of flapping wings, resembling a golden bud slowly blooming. It was like a dazzling firework, more breathtaking than any firework people had seen that night.

As he looked up at the scene, a sense of unreality filled his heart, as if it symbolized the gradual end of an era. It made people vaguely feel that some underlying rules after the Stargate Era were undergoing changes.

Because that was exactly what people faintly saw after Mount Holy Pact.

Ye Hua was retracting his gaze while the mechanical clouds scattered above his head, each golden arc pointing straight into the distance—

Fang Hong was beside him, guiding with his left hand as a Clockwork Fairy pulled out a long, elegant line. Turning back, he looked at this King Level Holy Chosen, the Ranger King of the Southern Alliance, and asked, ”How about it, good enough?”

Ye Hua merely smiled and nodded, ”Qualified.”

On the other side of the square.

Snow was looking up at the Clockwork Fairies filling the sky, those golden spheres like stars of a winter night, reflecting some unease in her heart.

An official from BBK walked out from behind her, informing her, ”Reinforcements are on their way.”

Snow glanced at him.

She simply pointed behind him.

The official turned around, realizing there were some people at the edge of the square—gray hoods, gray cloaks. They were lifting their cloaks, silently drawing their swords, raising their rifles, accompanied by a loud shout:

”Attack—!”

A row of flames and smoke rose.

And the official felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave—for what he saw was the Southern Alliance and the Invokers of the twelve Guilds.

The Southern Region was splitting in two; under the pressure of the Super Competitive League, people had not forgotten the past era of freedom. On the contrary, it seemed another era after Mount Holy Pact was rising.

And the Alliance was merely founded on a broad consensus and recognition, but if the rules faded into nothingness, everything would return to primordial chaos—

Bullets rained down, falling between the City Defense Force and the Shadow Throne.

And on the square, the citizens of Dulun finally realized that chaos was looming. They hurriedly turned around and fled the square, but the City Defense Force at the perimeter was moving forward, crossing paths with the people like two converging colors. Screams and women’s cries echoed over the square.

The BBK Commander shouted amidst the crowd, ”First, stop the Chairman of the Song of Ash, don’t let him take the target—”

At the same time, another color appeared on the other side of the square, black and red battle robes like an alien-colored flame.

That was the New Southern Alliance under BBK’s rule.

Thus, gray and red, white and black, intertwined.

By Fang Hong’s side, Ye Hua saw clearly and raised his bow, drawing an arrow, but all he faced were rows of upright Giant Shields. He turned his head and asked, ”Can you tell me his exact location?”

Fang Hong nodded, what’s so difficult about that?

He answered, ”Three o’clock direction, there’s a trio of Shield Bearers, the target is on the move—”

”What is the speed?”

Fang Hong hesitated, how was he supposed to calculate that?

But suddenly, he remembered something—Swift Tactics. He immediately pulled out the chart given by Queen Nether, compared it, and immediately found the answer: ”Speed no more than twenty-six.”

”A little snail.”

Before he finished speaking, a piercing sound was heard, sending BBK’s Commander and the front three rows of Giant Shields and Shieldbearers flying away. The shield blasted open a dark hole, leaving the Guardian and that official not a trace.

Everyone couldn’t help but turn their eyes.

It was said that the Ten Kings represented the pinnacle of a professional pyramid, but not to this extent.

Since shouting, the BBK official had quickly relocated and moved silently; how did the other side pinpoint the target in a sea of people? Someone indeed looked up to the sky—

But up there, the Clockwork Fairies had already flown higher, blending into the night sky. Few knew these petite Constructs formed a wall, monitoring every blade of grass and tree in the nearby streets.

And Fang Hong watched Ye Hua withdraw his hand, the arrow he used earlier was merely a whiteboard item from a store—he had made quite a few while practicing before, costing only two Lysel per piece. Made from Falcon Feather, it was trash that more advanced Rangers wouldn’t even consider.

Yet in the hands of one of the Ten Kings, this mattered not.

After this arrow, everyone of BBK fell silent—who would dare stick their necks out in front of the Holy Bow of Wind? Especially since their opponent was the Ranger King, known for the best single-target ranged output, unmatched by any.

For a time, everyone on the square was paralyzed with fear.

But they too had some tactics, sending out two officials from the Super Competitive League to inspect—the latter were merely ’Tourists’ by nature, unafraid of death, not to mention the aura of the Super Competitive League as a safeguard.

The two shouted in this direction, ”Ye Hua, I order you to stop.”

But all that responded was the sound of the bowstring, the official’s head fell at the sound.

The remaining man was stunned, unsure whether to be angry or frightened, he couldn’t help but shout, ”Ye Hua, you dare?”