However, the purposes of these reinforcements coming to aid are varied; some genuinely come to help The Second World, some just want to take advantage of the chaos, and some merely pretend to assist.

Yet so many appear at once, bringing immense pressure to the Demon Clan; their numerical advantage has vanished without a trace.

"Kill!" At this moment, the Supreme Demon Dragon shouted, his figure transformed into a black shadow and charged towards the King of Hell.

His charge made the entire dragon group accelerate instantly, rushing towards the Demon Clan’s camp like a torrent, with countless dragon mouths opening wide, spewing various types of Dragon Flame, Light Wave, and Venom.

Experts from the War Clan also quickly charged in, each shouting loudly and raising their weapons high, with swords and blades gleaming coldly, emitting a murderous aura. Before they arrived, the sword light and blade gleam struck first.

A crowd of Night Clan experts transformed into a mass of shadows, boiling under the night, with a strange aura spreading everywhere, engulfing everything in darkness wherever it passed.

...

The stronger the force, the more it charges forward, powerhouses tearing through space everywhere, unable to withstand the simultaneous assaults of so many Divine Domain experts.

The weaker demigods stay behind, waving flags and shouting, occasionally launching some long-range attacks but not daring to rush forward.

Now, the formation of the Demon Clan faces a huge threat, and the refinement progress has to halt to combat these new enemies.

"Do you ragtag groups really think you can save The Second World?" At this time, the Dark King laughed disdainfully.

In the next moment, dazzling beams of light suddenly shot in from all directions, dispersing quite a bit of the night set by the Night Clan. Those touched by the beams slowed down, and their attacks weakened considerably.

Only to see groups of figures, colorful and vivid, emerge from all directions, each resplendent with Divine Light and noble in demeanor, unlike ordinary flesh-and-blood beings, resembling hallucinations.

"Clan of Light masters!" The many Divine Domain experts on the field changed their expressions.

These suddenly appearing light figures are precisely the experts of the Clan of Light!

The Clan of Light are descendants of the Creator Ancestral Spirits "Light Source," low-key among all top cosmic races, seldom appearing normally. Their body structure differs from most races; they consist purely of photons, devoid of flesh and blood.

The Dark King, however, is an exception within the Clan of Light; he possesses a flesh-and-blood body, a rare Dark Light Body.

Light can be of various colors, red, blue, green, gold... but black light cannot appear; darkness and light are opposites, meant to be unable to fuse, yet the Dark King can.

"Light will eventually extinguish; darkness is eternal." At this time, the Dark King recited a spell, with a flick of his hand, taking out a peculiar object.

It was a black wheel, emanating vast and eerie black light, with white light at its core but surrounded by a layer of darkness. The white light faintly emerged through the darkness, uniquely giving the illusion of "black light."

Holding this wheel was akin to wielding a dark sun.

This wheel is the Dark King’s magic instrument—the Wheel of Darkness, also commonly known as the "Black Sun."

The beams it emits are considered Light of Death, capable of withering countless lives upon irradiation, leaving the earth barren.

Many worlds harbor legends of the Wheel of Darkness; it is said that when the black sun rises at the horizon, it marks the beginning of doomsday. When this black sun sets from the other side of the sky, the entire world is illuminated, and all life perishes, turning the planet into a Waste Star.

The light of the Wheel of Darkness radiated rapidly at super-light-speed, almost covering half of The Second World’s outer space.

Divine Domain experts were swept by this Light of Death, their surface seemingly petrified, turning black-gray, peeling endlessly, slowly turning to ashes. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Everyone quickly emanated overwhelming Divine Power light to block these beams outside their body surface. However, some demigod experts without adequate Divine Power could not timely resist this Light of Death and could only keep retreating, widening their distance from the Wheel of Darkness.

"Night’s Shelter!" The Lord of the Dark Night leisurely uttered a spell, immediately manipulating the night to flow towards the Wheel of Darkness. Dense night mist immediately blocked much of the dark light, rendering the scene hazy.

Now, everyone felt much better, with some actively moving towards the Night Clan for the night’s shelter.

"With so many top cosmic races gathered together! How can we, Kador, be absent?" At this time, the voice of the King of the Fallen echoed throughout the scene.

As the words fell, eerie, sinister music sounded in the starry sky, with dancing figures appearing behind the King of the Fallen, presenting chaotic imagery of demons dancing amidst overwhelming demonic qi.

These dancing figures are precisely Kador, also top cosmic race.

At the universe’s inception, the most potent Creator Ancestral Spirit [Kado] split into a billion entities, forming a billion Kador, thereby keeping their number fixed. They communicate irrespective of spatial distance, sharing thoughts.

With each one’s death, one new entity is born at the "Rebirth Altar" in Kador Holy Land. This feature resembles the Starry Behemoth, yet individual Kadors have weaker strength, and their number is greater.

Throughout countless ages, almost all of the initial one billion Kador have died; it’s unknown which generation has been reborn currently. However, the King of the Fallen remains as a rare initial Kador, having lived all this time.

These past two days, the King of the Fallen communicated irrespective of distance with Kadors scattered across the universe, summoning them for assistance. Due to his prestige as an initial Kador, countless Kadors accepted his thoughts, flocking from all over the universe. The Kadors behind him are the ones who arrived swiftly, with the weakest being at the Demigod Level.

Now the scene became exceptionally chaotic, as various race experts dispersed in The Second World’s outer space, igniting an unprecedented grand melee.

Among them, merely the top cosmic races consist of the Moon Clan, Dragon Clan, War Clan, Night Clan, Clan of Light, and Kador—six in total.

If adding those represented by Xuanwu Xiong from the Mysterious Race, Xue Huan from Nashash, the Second World Guardian Peerless Demon Emperor, Ye Konghua from the Demon Race, as well as previously the Insect Race from the Moon and Dream Tribe, the Sagittarius Constellation’s Star Race residing in the Demon Race Microcosm, that’s 12 top cosmic races.

The current crisis of The Second World involves 12 top cosmic races while there are barely over ten such races in total; nearly all have been drawn here.

This is a true cosmic battle!