"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, no reply meant that the person was still alive and full of energy! It was precisely because they wanted to live that they didn't have time to send messages.
The eight of them were nervous. They came from different places, so their numbers were incredible. However, once they split up, 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 the Cloud City? The eight of them were nervous, but at the same time, they were glad that they had arrived early enough to regroup before the enemy ambushed them.
"What's wrong? 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 coming over. 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 Qianli, Drunk, 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 densely packed. Apart from the eight VIPs, 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.
"F * ck, this guy really dares to make a move!" Sword Adjudicator yelled 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. Slashing left and right, he immediately began a massacre.
"Take him down!!" The big shots were clearly still somewhat confused about Gu Fei's strength. When they saw Gu Fei's actions, they felt that he was courting death. They were outnumbered, and instead of keeping their distance, they actually jumped into the crowd. Even if they were fighting monsters, they wouldn't do something so idiotic!
The elites bravely stepped forward, wanting to take down Gu Fei, but in an instant, four of them had already turned into white light. The Priests behind them were stunned. They didn't even have a chance to recover! The damage was too high. One slash would kill him.
"Those with low HP, don't go up!!" someone shouted. This person was one of the eight players. His ID was First Class Hypothermia, and he was an expert Cleric. He could tell at a glance that Qianli's Drunken had specifically targeted the classes with low health. Those with high health were just a casual crowd-control attack, so they weren't his main target.
This guy seems to be a bit of a mess, but in terms of combat, he's meticulous to every step. Just who is he? First Class Hypothermia thought to himself as he waved his hand to command the other Clerics to heal. Gu Fei quickly killed a few of those with low health. The other Clerics were so surprised that they thought their existence was meaningless. In fact, for classes with high health like Warriors, Gu Fei's attacks could also take care of them. It was just that he couldn't insta-kill them. If these Clerics only focused on the ones who were insta-killed and ignored the Warriors, then the Warriors would also be in trouble. First Class Hypothermia, who was experienced, saw this point. Being a Cleric in the parallel world was actually very difficult. It required a lot of concentration. Although they had some support from the system, most of the time, they still had to rely on their own eyes to make decisions.
When Gu Fei broke into the enemy's formation, the opponents were a bit confused for a moment, but they were moving in an orderly manner. The Archers and Mages naturally retreated to the periphery, while the Warriors and Paladins supported each other to prepare for a pincer attack. The Thieves all went into Stealth, waiting for an opportunity to move.
Everything was in order. Everyone thought that the situation would soon be under control, but no one expected that their nightmare had only just begun.
They set up their formation, they moved, they wanted to pincer Qianli's Drunken, but the result was that Qianli's movements were always faster than theirs. Qianli's Drunken, who weaved through more than a hundred people, moved erratically, and 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 to attack. The elites couldn't predict or judge, they could only chase after Qianli's Drunken footsteps. The result? The slow ones couldn't keep up with his pace, and the fast ones, when they caught up, were killed with a turn of his body. The Priests were all recovering like crazy, because they couldn't catch the gap between Qianli's attacks at all. They could only keep farming like this with their lives on the line. If they could get to the right spot, they would be saved. If they couldn't, white light …
The eyes of the eight VIPs gradually showed fear. They were more and more convinced. Killing a thousand people, this might be an exaggeration, but killing a hundred people didn't seem difficult for Qianli's Drunken. They were experts, but in front of Qianli's Drunken, experts like them were completely useless, because their strength wasn't on the same level at all. 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 speed rabbit. In front of the tiger, you were just a rabbit, and a slap from the tiger would turn you into a rabbit pancake. Strength? They weren't on the same level, so what was there to talk about strength? It was more like telling a joke.
"Stop stop stop, don't chase!!" They knew that the current situation had already been brought into Qianli's rhythm by Drunken. 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!!" The Priests, Low Temperature, also shouted loudly.
They hadn't had the time to discuss who would be the commander. At this moment, whoever had an idea would immediately shout it out, so there was no time to discuss. However, Low Temperature's instruction was also in line with everyone's wishes. The other seven VIPs didn't have any objections, and they also knew that they couldn't have any objections at this time. The hundred or so people hurriedly followed this instruction, no longer attempting to kill Qianli's Drunken. They each went their own way, wanting to first firmly form an offensive and defensive formation.
But at this moment, their hundred or so people came from eight different cities, and the drawbacks of different guilds were revealed. Although in terms of class composition, their ratio was perfect, the habits of players from different cities and teams were different. They used their own understanding of the way to proceed, and these hundred or so people actually couldn't form an ideal formation in a short period of time. For a moment, it actually seemed a little disorderly. 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 Low Temperature used to command …
What was even more frightening was that Qianli's Drunken didn't let go of this flaw. This frightening enemy was no longer the same as when he fought Drunken, chatting, wiping nosebleeds, and caring about people asking "What's wrong?". His swift footsteps seemed to have countless incarnations, and for a moment, he was unable to coordinate with the rest of the team. Low Temperature, who was the loudest in command, was almost killed by him. Fortunately, he was a Priest with thick skin, and Gu Fei couldn't defeat him no matter how many times he used his sword. In the end, he had no choice but to leave.
Moving, moving without stopping for a moment. This was the most important point for Gu Fei when he was outnumbered. Wasting so much time in Low Temperature was already a very dangerous thing. If he was careless and really got surrounded and killed, Gu Fei also didn't have a good way to escape. So he needed to constantly move, so that the opponent would never be able to catch his position.
The expressions of the eight VIPs became more and more unsightly. As Gu Fei moved around, their numbers constantly decreased. At this time, they had already lost more than twenty people. Low Temperature commanded for a long time, but there wasn't much of an improvement. His loud voice even attracted Qianli's attention, and he almost killed himself.
"This … What kind of situation is this!!!" The eight people were speechless. Just as the situation was getting out of hand, they suddenly saw Qianli stuff his Drunken Sword into his pocket, and with a flash of white light, he disappeared with a whoosh.
The elites didn't have time to react. They were still nervously looking left and right, afraid that the black figure would suddenly step 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 also Gu Fei causing trouble in the middle. One moment he would rush here and slash, the next moment he would run there and kill. Just as the people stood in a formation, they would scatter after dodging his attacks. When they turned around and gathered again, Qianli would kill in a circle and then turn back. With this kind of repetition, how could he command Low Temperature? Gu Fei was only controlling his own rhythm, but he had to control the rhythm of a hundred people at the same time. The difficulty in itself was even greater.
At this time, Gu Fei had already disappeared. Those who had come back to their senses were stunned, and those who hadn't came back to 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 just left.
"Why did he suddenly leave?" The eight VIPs were confused.
"It might be a trap again. Everyone, get into position!!" Low Temperature could finally command everyone when no one was causing trouble, and 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 okay, only two died."
Everyone reported their losses. After hearing that, the experienced one looked at his own side and was instantly speechless.
"What's wrong?" The others asked him about his abnormality.
"No wonder he left …" The experienced one said.
"What's wrong?"
"We lost a total of 29 people." The experienced one said.
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