Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 635 The Great Melee of Reincarnation! Seven Squads Make Their Appearance!

The night was as dark as ink, and the glow of the Reincarnation Watch illuminated Zhao Zhuikong's cynical face.

He glanced down at the information on his wristwatch, a slight smile playing on his lips, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"Team fight?" he murmured softly, a hint of mockery in his voice. "How interesting."

Several corpses lay scattered around, all of them newcomers he had just "taken care of".

As is customary, the main god will not open the team battle dungeon as long as there are no more than three members with gene locks in the team.

But now, the watch clearly shows that the team battle mode has been activated.

"Ha, what does the Supreme God mean by this? Is he trying to wipe me out?" He scoffed, his gaze returning to his wristwatch.

[Central Continent Team: Arriving in 10 Days]

[The Celestials: Descending in 9 Days]

[Demon Team: Descending in 8 Days]

"The Central Continent Team in ten days?" Zhao Zhuikong raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

The Demon Team took eight days, the Celestial Team took nine days, but the Central Continent Team was ranked last?
According to the rules of the main god, the order of appearance is often linked to strength. The stronger the team, the later they arrive, and the less time they have to set up, in order to balance the battlefield.

But what makes the Central Continent Team so special?
In his memory, the Zhongzhou team was nothing more than a struggling breeding team, without even a decent strong player.

But now, they've been judged by the main god to be the strongest?
"Interesting." He chuckled softly, a dangerous glint flashing in his eyes.

The wristwatch continued to scroll through information about other teams—the Indian team, the Arctic team, the East American team. These small, insignificant teams were not worth mentioning, but the Celestial Team reminded him of an interesting fellow.

"Looks like this time, it won't be boring."

He raised his hand, his fingertips gently tracing the blade of the dagger, his eyes gradually turning cold.

"Just how strong is the Zhongzhou Team?"

Arctic team captain Gunnir slammed his fist on the table, making the cups and saucers rattle. His eyes widened, and veins throbbed on his forehead. "God, are you fucking kidding me?! Ten days for the Central Continent team? Eight days for the Demon team? Nine days for the Celestial team? What kind of ridiculous order is this?!"

Alexia lowered his eyes, his fingertips quickly tracing the wristwatch on his wrist, his voice tinged with caution: "Captain, according to the rules of the main god, the later the team descends, the stronger they are."

The druid raised his hand to push up his glasses, tapped his fingertips lightly in the air, and calmly analyzed, "This means that the Central Continent Team is now the strongest team in the God's judgment."

"Bullshit!" Gunnir glared, spitting almost onto the person opposite him. "Last time I saw them, apart from that captain Fang Yu who was a bit difficult to deal with, weren't the others all weaklings? That Zheng Zha hadn't even unlocked the second-tier gene lock, Zhao Yingkong was only at the second-tier level, and Zhang Jie, that woman who used Kabuto, and that werewolf Russian girl were even more useless!"

The druid slowly shook his head, his fingertips pausing in mid-air: "Captain, you missed a crucial point. Their survival rate was exceptionally high according to their watches after the last team fight."

Gunnil's anger abruptly stopped, the ferocity on his face froze, and he opened his mouth, his voice unconsciously lowering: "You mean?"

The druid nodded slightly to him, a hint of seriousness in his eyes: "Yes, not only did they have few casualties, but they also got the highest score. Moreover, they likely strengthened themselves many times during this period."

"You need to know that the flow of time is different between teams in the cycle of reincarnation."

"Maybe we've experienced five horror movies, while they've already experienced ten."

Alexia frowned, his fingers unconsciously tightening around the weapon at his waist: "Even so, they can't be stronger than the Demon Team and the Celestial Team, can they?" The druid lowered his eyes in thought, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table: "Unless... there's a 'variable' in their team."

"You mean that Fang Yu?" Gunnir scoffed, a disdainful smirk playing on his lips. "No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than Zheng Zha, the clone of the Demon Team? Can he be stronger than Adam of the Celestial Team?"

“No, I suspect they may have obtained some kind of ‘special resource’.” The druid shook his head again, his gaze sweeping over the two men.

"Stop beating around the bush, just say it!" Gunnir kicked the table leg impatiently, his tone full of frustration.

The druid suddenly lowered his voice and leaned forward slightly, as if conveying some secret: "Remember that hooded guy from the Senzhou team we saw at the end of the last team fight?"

Alexia paused, then raised a hand to his temple, trying to recall: "You mean that dark-skinned Egyptian?"

“Yes, he’s not an android, nor is he an enhanced being obtained through exchange; he was brought out of a horror movie.” The wise druid nodded in confirmation.

Gunnir's tone was full of sarcasm: "What's wrong with bringing back an NPC? Is the Main God Space short of people?"

The druid's expression instantly turned serious, and his voice lowered even further: "Captain, if my analysis suggests that the man is Imhotep, the boss from the Mummy?"

Gunnir's sarcastic expression froze abruptly, his voice tinged with uncertainty: "You mean, that terrifying guy was invited to the Samsara Space by the Senzhou Team?"

The druid nodded emphatically. "Therefore, I suspect that Team Middle-earth may have invited some extraordinary figure to the team, such as someone like Imhotep."

Gungnir's face instantly turned ugly. He slammed his fist on the table and cursed, "F***! So that's why the main god judged them to be the strongest?"

"So our intelligence is way behind, and we didn't know we could invite the Reincarnation NPC to join our team." The Druid sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Alexia's face turned pale, and her voice was filled with tension: "Then what do we do?"

The druid raised his hand and held up three fingers, his eyes regaining their composure: "Three paths."

"First, play it safe—avoid the Central Continent Team and let the Demon Team and the Celestial Team fight them first, while we reap the benefits."

"Secondly, form alliances—join forces with weaker teams like the Indiana team or the East American team to increase the survival rate."

"The third rule is to gamble with your life—before the Central Continent Team arrives, kill a few newbies from other teams, earn enough points, and then run away."

Gunnir gritted his teeth, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his eyes filled with ruthlessness: "Damn it, I choose option three!"

“Captain, I suggest choosing the second option.” The druid immediately shook his head, his tone firm.

"Why?" Gunnir glared at him, his tone full of dissatisfaction.

The druid gave a bitter smile, his voice tinged with helplessness: "Because... I just used my mental energy to scan the area and found that several powerful life forms are on their way. The Demon Squad, the Celestial Squad, and the Middle Continent Squad have not yet arrived, which means that the Indian Squad or the East American Squad, etc., are already nearby."

“Well done!!!”

Gunnir raised his arms and shouted, "Meet them! Talk about an alliance! Of course, never fall for that big bastard Chu Xuan with glasses again! Alliances are about using allies! If necessary, cut ties! Even steal kills!"

"set off!"

(End of this chapter)