Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Flame Dragon God's Treasury, Central Plaza:
The central plaza was the size of several stadiums. Sometime after the Flame Dragon God's Access Key disappeared, the ten pseudo-apex powers had amassed a force of over 50,000 inside the plaza.
After grinding in the Flame Dragon God's Nest for over a week, these pseudo-apex power members had all reached Level 230 at the very least. Over 20% of them had even reached Level 235 or higher. Currently, these pseudo-apex powers' members formed a tight encirclement around the players in the plaza.
Meanwhile, the core executives of the Primordial Dragon Sanctuary's ten pseudo-apex powers had gathered at the edge of the magic barriers. The sight of these core executives made the independent players and members of various conglomerates extremely anxious and helpless.
"There are only ten pseudo-apex powers in the Primordial Dragon Sanctuary, and all ten have gathered for the Access Key. Are we doomed this time?"
"Don't despair just yet. Before they come to a conclusion, we still have hope of making it out alive."
"Dammit! I'm one of Primordial Rock Holy City's top ten experts! Why do I have to leave my fate in the hands of these powers?!"
"So what if you're one of Primordial Rock Holy City's top ten experts? Don't you see the people there? They are all members of conglomerates. Together, they represent over twenty conglomerates. Even though these conglomerates have more members gathered outside the barriers than the pseudo-apex powers, do you see them resisting? Aren't they still like us? They can only let their members wait for the pseudo-apex powers' verdict."
The players trapped in the magic barriers all stared at the Advanced Tent, where the core executives of the ten pseudo-apex powers had gathered, their anxiety levels reaching an all-time high.
The ten pseudo-apex powers' core executives were powerful individuals who could single-handedly influence the harmony in the Primordial Dragon Sanctuary. It had been centuries since all ten pseudo-apex powers had last gathered for a mee
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