Jeez.
Beaten to a pulp and you call that glory? Is it necessary to keep saying it?
The players who had revived through Cyclic Resurrection were all dumbfounded, looking around at each other in bewildernt.
What’s going on? They hadn’t done anything and just died?
Damn Ga Designer, co out and see the Boss you designed! This thing insta-kills people!
The Tree Demon Race Leader recognized Dung Beetle and roared, "It’s you, Human Race! Daring to co to our Tree Demon Race camp and act so presumptuously! Today, you all will die to accompany my Tree Demon Race!"
Vines lashed down from the sky toward the players, mixed with the fury of the Tree Demon Race Leader.
"Damn, did the Boss just unleash its ultimate?"
"Guys, dodge quickly! Don’t get hit, or you’ll really turn into pulp."
"Damn, it’s too tragic. Just now, a brother next to got hit directly by a whip. His head flew clean off."
"What is this? There’s a group of them up there using fire, and a whip struck them right on their mouths!"
"HISS—Is it that brutal? How can we even deal with this Boss?"
The players imdiately fled in panic.
The more fun they’d had fighting earlier, the more frantically they fled now.
The Tree Demon Race Leader controlled the dense vines, rcilessly lashing down at the players.
One by one, the players died on the spot, not even leaving a whole corpse behind.
Old Mo activated the Seventh Shock Gate, dodged many vines, and charged straight toward the Tree Demon Race Leader.
With the Seventh Shock Gate activated, the aura emitted by Old Mo shook even the Tree Demon Race Leader.
Is this the infamous Human Race powerhouse from earlier? Golden Core Realm, unleashing the terrifying power of the Mahayana Realm. How did he achieve this?
"You humans are courting death!" The Tree Demon Race Leader roared furiously, continuously striking towards Old Mo’s position with vines.
But Old Mo calmly dodged them; for him, the vines’ speed was far too slow!
After easily evading the vine attacks, Old Mo instantly arrived in front of the Tree Demon Race Leader.
Noon Tiger—
With a thunderous cry, Old Mo charged forward, eting the countless vines.
As long as he didn’t open the Eighth Death Gate, he could freely use the other seven gates. With these, he could kill anyone below Tribulation. For those above Tribulation, he’d open all eight gates.
Once the eight gates are opened, life or death is anyone’s guess!
"Old Mo has made his move! Brothers, prepare to help!"
"This Boss is so strong, it’s definitely valuable! Let get a hit in!"
"Where’s the Fire Technique? Get so Fire Technique users to team up and take down this Boss!"
"Keep moving, keep moving! Heh heh, can’t hit ! Watch counter-attack!"
With Old Mo drawing its attention, the players also began their counterattack like mad, unleashing volleys of Fire Magic.
Vines, tree roots, branches, and more were instantly set ablaze.
At this mont, the players truly showcased their abilities.
Those who didn’t know Fire Magic simply charged in, slashing with sabers and chopping with axes—whatever was most convenient.
Xu Nian watched the players begin their retaliation and had no intention of intervening.
Or rather, there was no need for him to.
He still trusted Old Mo’s strength. With Old Mo’s current power, facing the Tree Demon Race Leader alone was not a problem.
Within the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, the only ones Xu Nian truly regarded as formidable were the Soul Race and the Demon Race.
The Demon Race’s Great Demon Transformation could greatly enhance their power, allowing those at the Mahayana Realm to unleash strength equivalent to the Tribulation Realm.
This point was sowhat similar to the Eight Gates Escape Armor.
As for the Soul Race...
They were a group completely impervious to physical attacks.
But physical attacks weren’t the only thing players excelled at. Ever heard of magic attacks?
Watching the Tree Demon Race Leader’s counterattack, Xu Nian suddenly felt an indescribable, strange sensation. It was as if sothing montous was about to happen. This feeling, which had begun so ti ago, wouldn’t leave him, causing Xu Nian’s expression to grow solemn...
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