The barrage was sent by Digging Girl herself.
She literally felt nothing now, if one word could describe her mood, that would be "numb."
No one understood better the agony and thrill of a drastic change than she did.
Just a mont ago, she was pondering how to cling to Bai Fu's coattails for a win-win situation and was fantasizing about the day she actually beca a big na in the gaming realm, but before she could enjoy it longer, Bai Fu's fate and hers had both reached a turning point – the downward kind.
What else could "totally screwed" an?
Digging Girl was on the verge of tears.
What else could she do but sit down on the ground and, like the other players, blankly watch that departing truck?
She wondered, what might have been the feelings of those who bid farewell to Jing Ke in Yishui?
"Is this the final goodbye?"
"Maybe, maybe Fufu has a one in ten thousand chance of surviving?"
"If you're only daring to posit a one in ten thousand chance, doesn't that imply you actually think there's no hope at all?"
"Damn it, the plot designer really deserves to die!"
"I hate knives, even the ones that burn themselves to save the world."
"Actually, a good knife can make the plot more colorful; it's just that it ca too suddenly and too quickly—just as Bai Fu's storyline seed to be unfolding."
Yes, it ca too quickly, just like the truck driven by Bai Fu, so fast that everyone was caught off guard.
In the live stream temporarily set up by Patrick, Bai Fu, sitting in the driver's seat, revealed only her cold profile, tightly gripping the steering wheel and pushing the accelerator all the way.
No one knew when the passage in the insect tide might close, so all she had to do now was one thing—
Accelerate, accelerate like crazy!
A road sign in the way? Smash it!
A fence in the way? Smash it!
Amoebas in the way? Smash them to hell!
Within just a few seconds, the truck had burst out of the settlent like a straight spear thrusting into the gaps of the insect tide.
The huge noise attracted those crazed amoebas chasing the players, and they imdiately changed target and surged toward the truck like a tidal wave.
"Fire, fire now!"
Patrick shouted instructions to the players who had boarded the truck with him; the guns were borrowed from Xia Shi.
For a mont, dust flew under the wheels, and gunfire blazed in the cabin.
However, the number of bugs was simply too many, and a few random shots couldn't change the situation; it looked like the truck's path would be blocked imminently as people watching the scene held their breath.
If there were only one or two amoebas in the way, the truck could easily roll over them, but if their numbers increased to dozens or even hundreds, the truck's power would definitely be unable to break through.
And once the truck stopped, the people on it would be surrounded by countless amoebas.
"Death"
This word suddenly popped up.
The hearts of the watching players were like the overrunning engine of the truck, almost jumping out of their chests.
But before they could comnt, the swarming amoebas, as if dropping into a Ti Stop Domain, all froze in place.
"What's happening?"
"Could it be a BUG?"
"How could it be a BU... Holy shit, look!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The roaring sound exploded in the cold night; the next second, the truck, like a fierce beast, brutally pierced through the blocking insects and, after crossing a slope, flew toward the wilderness.
It... it's flying?
Even Patrick and others inside the vehicle were stunned until the truck landed, crushing an amoeba, and blood splattered on the windows, before they snapped back to reality.
"We made it out, haha, we made it out!"
The players in the truck, the players watching the live stream, and both Yago and Xia Shi all cheered loudly.
"How did she do it, why did those amoebas suddenly stop moving?"
"I know, look at the device Fufu just took out, it's the sa one used against us by Number Seven!"
Everyone's eyes focused on the spherical device Bai Fu had just taken out of her pocket.
"Spiritual Ability Restrainer": Uses a Spiritual Ability Impact to stiffen targets within a 20-ter radius (remaining uses: 1)
Thinking of blocking my way?
A murderous look glead in Bai Fu's eyes.
This road might indeed be the road of death, but she was the one spreading death!
"You have killed a Type II Amoeba, Contribution 100%, corrected for Level difference, earned 270 Experience points."
"You have killed..."
"There's an amoeba trying to attack the tire on the left side, send it on its way."
"There are three amoebas on the right, figure out a way to take one down, otherwise the door can't withstand their impact."
Bai Fu gave instructions thodically.
Her expression remained cold, showing neither joy nor panic—this calm deanor was the most captivating.
"Fufu rocks!"
"Digging, don't give up now, co out and watch the goddess!"
"Don't die, you absolutely must not die."
If earlier everyone thought Bai Fu wouldn't make it back alive, now their courage had grown a bit.
Perhaps, there really was hope?
Players began to act.
Those on the scene intensified their attacks on the amoebas.
"Brothers, increase your intensity, it doesn't matter if you don't have weapons, throw stones if you have to, every amoeba you hold off increases Fufu's safety."
Those not at the scene ran to official accounts to plead with the officials not to write Bai Fu off—regardless of whether it had an effect, they would send ssages first, at least to show their attitude to the officials.
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