Night passed, then dawn.
At seven o'clock in the morning at the Sword Casting Manor, a batch of blacksmiths just logged in for the first time.
In the plaza, five VIP cash player avatars, Giant Shell, Lei Gong, Water Deer, Thunder Stone Puppet, and Heart-to-Heart Seal, stood quietly in front of them.
These five in the Self-Transformation Realm were like statues, stripped of consciousness, not moving an inch.
Soon, the manor was filled with cheers like waves, a thousand blacksmiths shouting loudly:
"Holy shit!"
"Holy shit! Massive haul!"
"Our calculations, planning for so long, finally scored a big win; we forcefully cleared out the cemeteries of five ancient powers!"
"Can we log in?"
"I want to log in! I want to log in!"
"Don't be silly, you guys can't handle it!"
