Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

As soon as Yan Zhao opened his eyes, he was teleported inside the Imperial History Pavilion, where the mechanisms were still activated.

Fortunately, she had the experience from the illusion and remembered the locations of the mechanisms. However, after struggling to break through the gate, she found that a large number of ghostly soldiers were already surrounding her.

Okay, very good. This kind of weird mechanism is clearly designed to kill her by force.

On the last day, to drive the ghostly soldiers into the city, and to have only thirteen people in the team resist and survive for twenty-four hours, is nothing short of a fantasy from any perspective.

It's highly likely that the system is controlling the win rate, but unfortunately, she's always been rebellious; the more impossible something is, the more desperately she wants to do it.

The rage of the Claw of Wrath was almost boiling over. As her spiritual power continued to rise, she frantically reaped the Yin soldiers blocking her way like a whirlwind.

Yan Zhao drew her sword and fought her way out. In fact, she didn't know where she should go. The imperial city was so vast that the system interface did not show the location of her teammates. Everything depended on luck.

But she just happened to have the worst luck.

……

However, she forgot that in a team, there are those with bad luck and those with good luck.

For example, a certain ghostly god of wealth.

"Yan Zhao! Curse Master! Second-in-Command! Grand Chancellor!" Last night, Qin Shaoyu had chosen a very intimidating long-handled machete for himself. Now, he was carrying the machete, shouting as he ran, "...I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't die yet! If you die right under my nose, I won't be able to explain it to the captain!"

Yan Zhao, who had just caught his breath while leaning against the wall and clutching his bleeding arm, spoke up again in an annoyed tone after hearing this.

"They're not dead yet, and there's no room for so many people here!"

Qin Shaoyu cut down two more ghost soldiers along the way and finally reached her. He was also injured and covered in blood, showing that the journey had not been easy.

"I think we should run east, towards the outer city. The captain has most likely been teleported there," he said. "That big koi fish will definitely come looking for you first, and we might run into her."

Yan Zhao sighed. She looked at the growing number of Yin soldiers gathering at the end of the long street, her eyes darkening slightly, revealing a hint of ruthlessness.

"I might not make it to Yunxi's place. If either of us manages to break through, we'll be incredibly grateful," she said. "You're lucky. I'll try my best to cover you while you escape. Don't worry about me."

"I'm already here, and now you're telling me to run away? Don't you think my reputation is bad enough?" Qin Shaoyu retorted without hesitation. "Do you know that just a few days ago the captain praised me for being smart, brave, and determined? Are you questioning her judgment?"

"..."

"Don't worry, you're the second-in-command of our team, there's absolutely no way you'll die. I need to make sure you go safely to join the captain."

[System Prompt: Use the skill [Ghost Currency] on target [Yin General]? Because the target is identified as a special type, this requires consuming five currencies, reducing your own mental strength to D-, and automatically stealing one of the target's highest-ranking talents.]

【Yes. 】

The five ghost currencies burned to ashes between Qin Shaoyu's fingers at the same time. He remained silent for a moment, then raised an eyebrow and smiled at Yan Zhao's shocked gaze.

"I stole the leader's attack power, so covering your escape will be a piece of cake, right? Go ahead, and when you see the captain, remember to put in a good word for me."

Before he finished speaking, he decisively turned around, swung the long-handled cleaver with both hands, and charged towards the direction where the ghostly soldiers were gathering without looking back.

"Trash, go back to your hell!"

A long time ago, he might have thought it was a foolish thing. He thought that it was enough to make a little effort within one's capabilities. Was it really worth risking one's life to fight and snatch?

...If it's for Black Wind Stronghold, then it's worth it.

People should have a firm sense of responsibility and an unwavering belief in victory in order to walk more steadily and avoid losing their way.

This is the lesson Yi Zanglan taught him.

From then on, he would never lose his way again.

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[I can't believe it, the team competition mechanics are putting immense pressure on us; it seems like even completing the game is incredibly difficult right now.]

It seems only seven teams have survived this long, and I feel the difficulty for the top three has been made exceptionally high.

[There are only six members of the Bad Species left, and eight members of the Waves Washing Sands. At this point, I think everyone should be able to see the authority of Black Wind Stronghold, right?]

Unfortunately, things will get increasingly difficult. Black Wind Stronghold suffered total casualties, and we're likely entering a period of significant attrition.

[The main reason is that all other teams have 15 players, while Black Wind Village only has 13. This means they need to fight harder and each player needs to contribute more points to gain an advantage.]

[Sigh, I was extremely pessimistic about this team at first, thinking it was just a flash in the pan, and that the Abyss Prisoners were just a fancy name with no substance—but now I apologize, Yi Zanglan is truly a supreme leader, and Black Wind Stronghold is full of elites.]

[Go for it! You guys have to win!]

……

There are four hours left until the end of the seventh day.

Judging from the rate at which the ghost soldiers are increasing, the system is clearly designed to wipe out all players in this round; this is far beyond the normal difficulty level.

In fact, it would be a miracle to hold out for six hours, but Black Wind Stronghold has already held out for eight hours and is still holding on.

Su Su and Li Siqi sacrificed themselves on the way back to Fengtian Hall. At that time, they had already met up with Yan Zhao, but they were still fighting all the way. Tang Yunxi's wheelchair had not yet cooled down, and Shen Yubai had also used up the last two incense sticks.

So at the critical moment, the couple resolutely broke away from the group, risking their lives to block the pursuing ghost soldiers behind them, buying time so that the other three teammates could leave through the side path.

She and he did their best. When several heavy swords in the hands of the ghost soldiers pierced through their bodies at the same time, Li Siqi knelt down and pulled Su Su into his arms.

Blood splattered on the palace walls, and the two embraced tightly, never letting go of each other's hands until their deaths.

……

Since the morning of the seventh day, Du Songzi has not encountered any of her teammates.

The young TCM doctor knew he was the weakest member of the team. Without a map, if he wandered around aimlessly like a headless fly, he would probably be killed by the ghostly soldiers on the way before he could reunite with his teammates.

He can die, but he absolutely cannot die here. He still has skills he hasn't used up, and he should at least make some more contribution to the team.

Fortunately, his A+ luck wasn't too bad. Even when he was alone, he used a roundabout tactic to find places to hide, so he didn't encounter too many ghost soldiers head-on. Occasionally, when he did encounter a few, he would go crazy and hack and slash, and he could take the opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out later.

As time went on, more and more ghostly soldiers blocked the only way, and some even emerged directly from the ground. Flames raged over the imperial city, which was riddled with cracks and had become a ruin.

He ran desperately despite his injuries, his heart and lungs burning with pain, coughing as he ran.

Just... just a little longer...

Just hang in there a little longer, and maybe...

Ahead, another group of ghostly soldiers, wielding rusty broadswords, locked onto him as their target.

They seemed to have subtly evolved, and were much faster than before, rushing towards him in the blink of an eye.

Du Songzi let out a difficult breath, gripped his weapon tightly, and immediately prepared to go all in.

……However.

Suddenly, the sound of warhorses neighing was heard.

The sound of hooves was as rapid as war drums. Yi Zanglan, dressed in blue, galloped over, and in a daze, she seemed to overlap with the figure of Emperor Xiaowu in the painting.

Without slowing down, she bent down and wrapped one arm around his waist, using the momentum to lift him onto the horse's back. Then, she swept her scythe across his back, severing the heads of all the ghostly soldiers blocking her path.

"Hold on tight!"

She kicked away the ghostly soldiers who were trying to ambush Du Songzi from the side, then jerked the reins and sped away, disappearing instantly at the end of the long street.