In the midst of words.
The thunderstorm gradually subsided.
The spot where the Divine Son originally stood was now completely empty, with no trace of him. The black mist had dissipated, revealing its true hue.
The night was deep and dark.
But at this moment, within the civilization relic, the contestants still collecting points felt their wristwatches tremble simultaneously, as information surfaced.
[Leader of the Divine Son's camp has fallen]
[Divine Son's camp has failed]
The information was concise.
Yet, the message it conveyed caused countless contestants within the civilization relic to pale.
"What's going on?!"
"Leader? Could it be that the Divine Son has fallen?"
"I haven't even seen the leader of the camp, and now they're gone?"
"What happened?"
"I chose the [Saint] camp, now I'm winning effortlessly."
At this moment, countless contestants stopped their actions, and after reviewing the information, they immediately began to communicate with their teammates.
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