"What's going on? What's going on?!" The eight of them, who had been through thick and thin, shouted in the team channel, but there was no reply. In the game, no reply didn't mean that the person was dead. On the contrary, it meant that the person was still alive and full of energy! It was because they wanted to live that they didn't have time to send a message.
The eight of them were nervous. They came from different places, so the number of people gathered together was incredible. But now that they were scattered, there were only about twenty people in each group. That wasn't enough. Who would've thought that they would be targeted as soon as they teleported to Cloud Peak City? The eight of them rejoiced that they had arrived early enough to regroup before the enemy ambushed them.
"What's going on? What happened?" Someone suddenly spoke in the party channel. His name was Floral Shawl. The person who could speak in the party channel was obviously one of the thirty-one of them. He had been through many hardships and had a forgetful personality. He didn't know who this person was, but when he tried again, he immediately replied, "Some of my friends who came over were ambushed. How are you?"
"Me? I'm fine. I'm on my way. Are you guys alright? "Floral Shawl asked.
A few more people spoke after Floral Shawl. They were all people who hadn't encountered any trouble and were rushing over.
"We only have one Thousand Miles Drunk right now, no …" The person who sent the message didn't even have time to finish typing before he couldn't continue. Gu Fei, who had asked three times in a row if anyone wanted to challenge him to a duel, naturally wouldn't continue asking after three times. At this moment, he had already made his move without any hesitation.
An area-of-effect spell was thrown at the place where the players were the most concentrated. Apart from the eight of them, the other players weren't weaklings either. They were all elites of their respective cities. Although they were surprised by Gu Fei's spell, they all dodged it.
"Damn, this guy really dares to make a move!" Sword Adjudicator shouted as he nocked an arrow and fired it at Gu Fei.
Gu Fei dodged to the side and used Teleportation to fly into the crowd. He slashed left and right and immediately started a massacre.
"Take him down!!" The big shots clearly didn't understand Gu Fei's strength. Gu Fei's actions were suicidal. He was outnumbered, and instead of keeping his distance, he actually jumped into the crowd. Even if he was fighting monsters, he shouldn't do such an idiotic thing!
The elites bravely rushed forward to take down Gu Fei, but in an instant, four of them turned into white light. The Clerics behind them were stunned. They didn't even have a chance to heal! The damage was too high. One hit and they would die.
"Those with low HP, don't go up!!" This person was one of the eight players. His ID was First Class Hypothermia, and he was an expert on the Cleric leaderboard. He could tell that Thousand Miles Drunk had specifically targeted the classes with low health. Those with high health were just a casual crowd-control attack. They weren't his main targets.
"This guy seems to be a little messy, but he's meticulous in every step of the battle. Just who is he?" First-Class Hypothermia thought to himself as he waved his hand to command the other Priests to heal him. Gu Fei quickly killed a few players with low HP. The other Priests were shocked and thought that their existence was meaningless. In reality, Gu Fei's attacks had taken care of classes with high HP like Warriors. It was just that he couldn't insta-kill them. If these Clerics only focused on those who had been insta-killed and ignored these Warriors, then the Warriors would also be in trouble. First Class First Class, who was experienced in low temperatures, noticed this. It was actually very difficult to be a priest in the parallel world, and it required a lot of concentration. Even with the system's assistance, most of the time, one still had to rely on their own eyes to make judgments.
Gu Fei had just broken into the enemy's formation. The other side was a little confused for a moment, but they were still moving in an orderly fashion. The Archers and Mages naturally retreated to the periphery, while the Warriors and Knights supported them and prepared for a pincer attack. The Thieves all went into stealth and waited for an opportunity to strike.
Everything was in order. Everyone thought that the situation would soon be under control, but no one expected that their nightmare had just begun.
They set up their formation, they moved, they wanted to pincer Thousand Li Drunk, but in the end, Thousand Li Drunk's movements were always faster than theirs. The silhouette of A Thousand Miles Drunk, who was weaving through the crowd of more than a hundred people, was so swift that they couldn't catch him at all. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed what kind of movement this was.
It was a completely unthinking movement, but every step seemed to be made after careful thought. He either dodged an attack, escaped a pincer attack, or stepped into the perfect position for an attack. The elites couldn't predict or judge, so they could only chase after Thousand Li Drunk's footsteps. The result? They were so slow that they couldn't keep up with his pace. Those who were fast, but when they caught up, they were killed with a turn of his body. The Priests were all healing like crazy because they couldn't catch the gap between Thousand Li Drunk's attacks. They could only keep farming like this, desperately. If they could get to the right spot, they would be saved, but if they couldn't, white light …
Fear gradually appeared in the eyes of the eight VIPs. They were more and more convinced that Thousand Slayer was a bit of an exaggeration, but it didn't seem difficult for Thousand Li Drunk to kill a hundred or so people. They were experts, but in front of Thousand Li Drunk, experts like them were completely useless, because their strength wasn't on the same level. It was like a group of rabbits facing a tiger. It didn't matter if you were a white rabbit, a black rabbit, a strong rabbit, or a fast rabbit. In front of the tiger, you were just a rabbit. Strength? They weren't on the same level, so why were you talking about strength? Tell a few jokes.
"Stop stop stop, don't chase!!" The experienced Frost reacted quickly. He knew that the situation had been led into Thousand Li Drunk's rhythm. If this continued, it would become an endless cycle until all of them were wiped out.
"Maintain the formation, don't scatter, don't chase, use silence!!" Priest First Low Temperature was also shouting.
They hadn't had time to discuss who would be the commander. At this moment, whoever had an idea would immediately shout it out. There was no time to discuss. However, First Low Temperature's instructions were in line with everyone's wishes. The other seven VIPs didn't have any objections. They also knew that they couldn't have any objections at this time. The hundred or so people hurriedly followed this order, no longer trying to kill Thousand Li Drunk. They each went their own way, wanting to first form an offensive and defensive formation.
But at this moment, their hundred or so people came from eight different main cities. The disadvantage of different guilds was revealed. Although their class composition was perfect, the habits of the players from different main cities and teams were different. They used their own understanding of the situation, so these hundred or so people couldn't form an ideal formation in a short period of time. For a moment, it seemed a little chaotic. First Low Temperature commanded loudly, but other than the people he brought with him who quickly understood, the others were more or less at a loss. Some couldn't even understand the words First Low Temperature used …
What was even more frightening was that they didn't let go of this disadvantage. This terrifying enemy was no longer the same as he was when he was fighting alone, chatting, wiping nosebleeds, and asking "What's wrong?". His swift footsteps seemed to have countless incarnations, and he darted in and out of the uncoordinated team. Even Level 1 Hypothermia, who was the loudest in the team, was almost killed by him. Fortunately, he was a priest with thick skin, and Gu Fei was unable to defeat him even after slashing him multiple times. In the end, he had no choice but to leave.
Move, move without stopping for a moment. This was the most important thing for Gu Fei to do when he was outnumbered. Wasting so much time in First Low Temperature was already a very dangerous thing to do. If he was careless and really got surrounded, Gu Fei didn't have any good escape plan. So he needed to keep moving, so that the opponents would never be able to catch his position.
The expressions of the eight big shots became uglier and uglier. As Gu Fei moved around, their numbers kept decreasing. At this moment, they had already lost more than twenty people. First Low Temperature had commanded for a long time, but there wasn't much improvement. His voice was too loud, and it even attracted First Low Temperature, which almost killed him.
"This … What kind of situation is this!!!" The eight of them were speechless. Just as the situation was getting out of hand, they suddenly saw First Low Temperature stuff his sword into his pocket. With a flash of white light, he disappeared.
The elites didn't have time to react. They were still nervously looking left and right, afraid that the black figure would suddenly take a step forward and appear in front of them. Actually, how hard could it be for a hundred people to stand in a group? The key was that while everyone was not very coordinated, there was still Gu Fei stirring up trouble. One moment, he would rush here and slash, the next moment, he would run there and kill. Just as the people formed a formation, the moment they dodged his attack, they would scatter again. When they turned around and gathered again, First Low Temperature would turn around and return. Over and over again, how could they command First Low Temperature? Gu Fei was only controlling his own rhythm, but First Low Temperature had to control the rhythm of a hundred people at the same time. The difficulty was even greater.
At this moment, Gu Fei had already disappeared. Those who had regained their senses were all in a daze. Those who hadn't regained their senses were still carefully moving! When they realized that the other party didn't come out to stop them, they were all ecstatic. But when they looked around, they realized that the other party had already left.
"Why did he suddenly leave?" The eight big shots were confused.
"It might be a trap again. Everyone, get into position!!" First Low Temperature could finally command everyone without anyone messing around. It was very precious.
"How's everyone's losses?" The experienced one asked.
"I have four."
"I have three on my side."
"F * ck, I lost five."
"My people are still okay. Only two died."
Everyone reported their losses. When First Low Temperature heard this, he looked at his own side and was instantly speechless.
"What's wrong?" The others asked him about his abnormality.
"No wonder he left …" First Low Temperature said.
"What's wrong?"
"We lost a total of 29 people," First Low Temperature said.
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