Infinite Terror: Echoes of the End

When Zheng Zha opened his eyes, he saw the sky split into seven colors.

On the scorched earth, half of the Main God Sphere pulsed faintly like a heart. The surviving runes displayed a warped countdown: Civilization Arena loading, 71:59:59 remaining.

“Chu Xuan, was this part of your plan?” he asked the empty air.

A cold mechanical voice sounded behind him. “Insufficient information. But I suggest you turn around first. We’ve been locked onto by scout units from at least three civilizations.”

The earth trembled. Cultivators wielding flying swords rose in the east, while the treads of a metal colossus rolled across the west. From underground came the glint of insectoid claws.

Zheng Zha rolled his neck, grinning from ear to ear. “Works for me. It’s been too long since I smashed something.”

First-stage gene lock, open!