Chapter 1927
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"Isn't it obvious? When you divide into the official team and the PUBG team, the official team will go to the main hall, and the survival team will go to the hall of survival. "
"Is there a difference … between the two teams?" Feng Yiran asked nervously.
Many people looked at the Ghost King nervously as well.
"Of course there's a difference." Black-Robed Ghost King did not hide it and said frankly, "What's the official team? As the name suggests, it's a pre-determined team. You'll have to go from the first to the seventh floor, but the official team's difficulty level is equivalent to Hard, while the PUBG team … "
The Ghost King was keeping them guessing.
Feng Yiran asked anxiously, "What about the PUBG team? What's the difficulty level? "
The Ghost King chuckled. "The Absolute Survival Team? That's at least Hell Level. "
"Why?!" Feng Yiran was exasperated. "The abandoned team is weak to begin with. Why is it still Hell Level? Isn't that forcing the team to die?"
"Well, you're right. Too bad there's no reward." The Ghost King was smug.
Everyone looked at the Ghost King in astonishment.
The Dark Robe Ghost King said shamelessly, "Why is this team called the PUBG team? Why is there a high chance that they'll die? That's because this is an impossible mission. "
Choosing seven out of fourteen was equivalent to choosing one out of two … A fifty percent chance … That was so low.
The Black-Robed Ghost King looked at the panicked faces of the crowd, and the smug smile on his face disappeared.
"So, what's the success rate of the PUBG team?" Feng Yiran asked uneasily.
Black-Robed Ghost King did strike up a conversation with Feng Yiran. He rubbed his chin and pretended to be thinking. After a while, he said slowly, "It's been so many years … I don't think the PUBG team has ever succeeded once."
Gasp —
Everyone in the room gasped in shock!
"What?!"
"Never succeeded once?!"
"What do you mean by high chance of death? It's a total wipeout! "
"That is to say, if you're not selected into the official team, not only will you lose the seed of the spirit source, but you'll also die. That … Ah —"
Many people were panicking!
What should they do? What to do? What should they do?! Sefiro and the others were exasperated.
"Your Majesty, may I ask, who is the leader of the official team?"
Princess Ming Laner was just as pure and bright as before. Her smile was gentle, adorable, and bright.
It seemed that what the Black-Robed Ghost King said did not affect her at all.
The Black-Robed Ghost King looked at Princess Ming Laner. He was still high and mighty like a god, but his attitude seemed to have softened a lot.
"There is no clear criteria for choosing the captain. It all depends on This King's mood. Whoever This King finds pleasing to the eye will be chosen as the captain."
When the Dark Robed Ghostly King said that, everyone's heart was burning!
Just as they were thinking of ways to please the Black-robed Ghost King, the Black-robed Ghost King suddenly said,
"Just now, you single-handedly turned the tide and killed my Little Ink Legion. Not bad, not bad. You deserve to be rewarded."
"You're good-looking and have a likable personality. Your cultivation level isn't low and your medical skills aren't bad either. Oh, you're a little treasure."
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