In the blink of an eye, the attacks crashed into the landmass, but the sound they heard as a result of the clash was not what they expected at all.
CLANG!
It was like the sound of metal clashing against metal, but it was so loud to the point that every single person, including the puppets groaned in pain.
It was a sound that directly affected one's mind, spirit, and soul. That was how loud it was.
The Clown was the first person to shake off the dizziness and pain he felt because of his absurd regeneration abilities and his immortality.
He looked at the sky with a baffled frown, but a second later, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What the fuck?" The Clown exclaimed because he could not believe what he was seeing.
In the sky above, the spherical landmass had changed. No longer was it just made out of earth.
No.
It was now made of silver. Not just any silver, but divine silver.
