In the sky.
The alien legion covered the heavens, blocking out the sun and moon.
Waves upon waves of monsters surged forward like a torrential storm, roaring toward Uruk.
Gilgamesh, almost single-handedly, wielded countless treasures in the sky, slaughtering the alien monsters!
Meanwhile, on the city walls.
In the shortest time possible, Yi Lin relayed the intelligence on the five surviving Heroic Spirits to the newly arrived Heroic Spirits.
"Wielding the Power of Thunder, huh? This one reminds me of a hammer-wielding, cheese-blooded fat otaku friend of mine. Let me handle this one." The Supreme Mage's eyes gleamed as he pointed toward the elegant figure in the distance, choosing his opponent.
"Zhao Zilong is mine. This time, I will not fail again!" Milien declared with boundless fighting spirit, raising the Lake Sword high above her head, proclaiming her victory in advance.
