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Chapter 118 Fighting the BOSS

The image of the centurion Anhou's death was seen by the remaining Hou tribe warriors.

With the battle going against them, the Roaring Clan warriors present were already considering retreating. Now, seeing this scene, some of them were struck dumb, their mentality collapsing.

However, the players present didn't care at all what the monsters were thinking. Even if they felt the resistance was decreasing, they would only think that the monsters' health bars were about to run out, and they would kill them even more fiercely.

"Kill them!"

"Don't steal my monsters!"

"Dude, give him a hand, don't let him get away."

The previous attack on the clan battle formation resulted in the deaths of many players, even though they were not familiar with each other, they were still on the same side.

The surviving players were all filled with murderous intent towards these monsters. With the battle escalating to this point where they were mercilessly beating a drowning dog, the players present naturally wouldn't stop.

Of course, calling it murderous intent might be an exaggeration; calling it an obsession would probably be more accurate.

It feels like when I first started playing the Old Man's Ring, I was tormented by the Tree Guardian for an entire afternoon, and now, after tireless efforts, I've finally worn down the Tree Guardian to its last sliver of health. There's no reason for me to show any mercy.

Nearly two hundred players rushed forward, and even if three players shared one Howler warrior, it wouldn't be enough.

In the blink of an eye, only about a dozen of the Roaring Clan warriors who were still putting up a stubborn resistance remained.

One of the lucky Roaring Clan warriors struggled to his feet from the pile of corpses, looked around, and was horrified to find that he could no longer see any of his comrades.

"Run—run away quickly—"

Before the rather robust Roaring Clan warrior could finish speaking, Keyun seized the opportunity, circled around behind him, and beheaded him with a single strike.

"Run!"

"Centurion Yunhou, that's right, go find Centurion Yun quickly."

It's hard to say whether it's fortunate or unfortunate. These remaining warriors of the tribe have lost their leader, and all they can see when they look around are players as fierce as wolves and tigers.

It's no exaggeration to say that the players' eyes were practically green with envy as they stared at these Howler warriors.

The battle is now decided; the remaining few are just walking experience points in the players' eyes.

A few minutes later, the battlefield in front of the stone fortress returned to complete calm.

The players did not allow a single Howling Clan warrior to escape; all the hundreds of Howling Clan warriors who remained to defend the stone fortress perished.

It's time to refine and absorb the blood essence of these monsters.

Players are well aware of this. Players who were originally working together to fight the enemy suddenly became annoyed with each other, wondering why there were still so many players left and why they didn't die more.

There are only a little over a hundred Howling Clan warriors, how can that be enough for so many players?

Ultimately, the blood energy within the remains of these Howling Clan warriors was not bound to the killer after their deaths, and anyone could absorb it.

Now, it's become a matter of whoever refines and absorbs it faster gains the advantage.

The players had no time to argue; they all sat down cross-legged next to the nearest corpses of their race and began to absorb the blood energy dissipating from the surrounding area.

Old Kuai and Eight Alleys didn't fight over it. After all, they were the two of them who killed Anhou Centurion, so they could share the spoils. The other players also consciously avoided Anhou's corpse.

It's worth mentioning that, compared to the players who quietly sat down and started leveling up, Peng Zhi and Campus Spring Colors didn't dare to relax.

"Hey mechanic, what should we do with this?"

The campus, bathed in springtime light, dared not approach this large block of ice, deliberately keeping a distance.

Peng Zhi was also undecided.

To be honest, this was the first time he had tried to use the techniques he had figured out in actual combat, and he had put all his energy into it.

He himself was unsure how long this frozen state would last.

The only thing he was certain of was that the centurion of the Howling Clan inside was still alive.

After all, this wasn't the first time Peng Zhi had encountered such a powerful figure at the centurion level. He still remembered that if Jiang Chen hadn't intervened, they, the players, would have been wiped out by the monsters that came knocking on their door at night.

That terrifying destructive power is exactly the same as the BOSS in the ice block now.

Even though there are now more players and their overall strength is greater, he still doesn't have any guarantee of victory.

"Let's leave this alone for now."

Peng Zhi gave a reminder: "If it really breaks free, I won't have the strength to seal it up again."

Campus Spring Scenery nodded with lingering fear; he shared the same thought.

It's like what you fear most has come to pass.

Spiderweb-like cracks began to appear on the surface of the ice block, and the faint "crackling" sound was particularly jarring in the quiet environment.

"Hey, bro, isn't this normal?"

Campus Spring Colors froze, her hoarse voice filled with terror.

Peng Zhi's heart tightened, and he stared intently.

The tribal chief's eyes, brimming with a savage, blood-red hue, peeked through the ice, and the frost around him was melting away at a visible speed, turning into rising white steam.

"Old Kuai! Brother Ba Tiao! Don't just sit there!"

Peng Zhi roared and used his bone knife to support himself as he stood up.

This amount of time is far from enough for him to recover much of his energy.

Now we can only watch how other players perform.

"They're here!"

Old Zheng was absorbing the blood energy of Centurion Anhou when he heard this noise. His muscles swelled up again, his veins bulged, and he gritted his teeth and sprang up from the ground.

Ignoring the excruciating pain from his palm being cut by the bone knife, he hoisted the heavy bronze pillar and charged forward.

Eight Alleys let out a muffled groan, clutching the wound on his abdomen with one hand, and staggered to his feet.

The long sword in his other hand drew a poignant arc in the sunlight, its blade pointing directly at the tribal chief who was about to break through the ice.

Although Peng Zhi only called out to Lao Kuai and Ba Tiao Xiang in his haste, the commotion was so great that the many players present couldn't possibly pretend they hadn't heard anything.

They all stopped absorbing the blood energy and began to observe the situation on their side.

"roar--!"

A deafening roar erupted simultaneously, accompanied by the deafening sound of ice shattering.

Ice shards scattered like countless sharp blades, and several players who couldn't dodge in time fell to the ground with screams.

The tribal chief broke free of his restraints, his body radiating intense heat, his furious flames almost igniting the air.

He looked at the group of tiny humans before him, his eyes burning with murderous intent.

He was merely frozen, not unconscious, and he was fully aware of everything happening outside.

None of his long-time followers survived, making him wish he could immediately slaughter all the players present.

"die!"

He leaped high into the air, his bone knife slashing down at Peng Zhi with earth-shattering force.

Even during this process, he ignored the spring scenery on campus that was closer to him.

Looking at the impending shadow of death overhead, Peng Zhi's lips curled into a crazed smile.

"The Ice Age!"

The chill suddenly spread from his location.

Instantly, a large number of snowflake-like crystals formed around it, which looked beautiful under the sunlight.

He took a deep breath and roared with all his might, "Do it now!"