Survival for all, my island is the last pure land on earth.

Five kill announcements were broadcast in succession from the sky, immediately alerting the remaining "messengers of God". The few still in the poison circle exchanged glances, realizing that Money Manman had already reached the roadside and even found an ambush position, just waiting for them to cross the road.

If they want to survive, they must first kill Qian Jinman.

This idea coincided with that of the few people stationed at the military base, except that they had a few more ideas to consider.

It is currently known that this game is a one-on-one battle, which means that only one winner will leave the game alive. Whether it is the "messenger of God" on the other side of the bridge or the money-filled character whose location is still unknown, they are all enemies.

A refined-looking man in a white shirt and gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward first: "Since we're in a military base and have found a lot of weapons, I suggest we throw some bombs across the road to search for locations full of money."

He deliberately emphasized the last sentence, and sure enough, the dark-skinned man who was resting on the side couldn't sit still any longer: "Why go through all this trouble to check her location? Just let those people on the other side come out one by one. As long as Qian Jinman can't help but attack, we can immediately pinpoint her location."

The man in the white shirt pushed up his glasses, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "Getting lost in the sandstorm is not a good thing. We can't risk our companions' lives."

Dust and Sand sneered, "An Qingyi, stop pretending to be a good person. Let me ask everyone here, is there anyone who wants the person on the other side to come back alive?"

He looked around; some people were looking down, some were looking out the window, and some simply pretended not to hear anything.

Dust and Sand made a lewd gesture at An Qingyi: "See, no one objects, except you, you hypocritical saint."

An Qingyi remained silent. Sha Chen Mi Tu pushed her, causing her to stumble and fall into the chair behind her.

Seeing An Qingyi's miserable state, Sha Chenmi spat and pulled out a megaphone from the ground. He shouted loudly at the other side of the road, "Brothers over there, if you want to live, cooperate with us to find the coordinates of the money-filled place. If you don't answer, I'll take it as your consent."

"Our plan isn't afraid of Qian Jinman eavesdropping. It's just that you all walk over from the highway one by one. If she doesn't make a move, you'll all safely reach the military base. Once she does make a move, we can immediately pinpoint her location and launch a counterattack. Think about it. If no one comes out within a minute, then never mind what I said."

The loudspeaker was so loud that even though the wind was howling and making strange "whooshing" noises from the tower, Jin Xiaoman heard every single word.

She clapped her hands. The idea was great, but it felt a bit like hell.

However, given the current situation, this is indeed the best approach.

A minute passed in the blink of an eye. A man of about fifty years old was pushed out of the poison circle. He was tense all over, holding a crossbow in his hand and aiming it left and right. Although his steps were small, his legs moved quickly.

Jin Xiaoman draws her bow. Ordinary arrows can only exert 80% of her power, but they still have more than 30 attack points. Ordinary players simply cannot withstand a single arrow.

The bowstring was released, and the arrow shot through the air, its tip slicing through the air with a short, sharp whistle, piercing the man's chest before embedding itself in the soil. Its fletching swayed as the man fell to the ground, emitting a trembling hum.

Sandstorm, lost in elation: "Her weapon was a bow and arrow, probably the lowest tier weapon that deals damage based on strength. As for her location, she moved too fast to find it."

An Qingyi: "Such weapons are only low-end weapons in the hands of ordinary players, but they are deadly weapons in the hands of experts."

"Hey, our Holy Father hasn't even dealt with the money-grubbing spree yet, and he's already boosting the morale of others and belittling his own."

"We just can't see eye to eye."

"Then shut up."

Dust and Sandstorm picked up the megaphone again: "Hey over there, another one, can't find a spot."

A few seconds later, a young boy appeared in Jin Xiaoman's line of sight.

He had an iron pot on his head and was wrapped in armor of some unknown material. He crawled out from a corner, trembling.

The two men had both come from the same place, and Jin Xiaoman had an idea. She drew her bow, shot and killed the boy, then put a flying talisman and an invisibility talisman on herself and went over.

Amidst the sandstorm, a man behind them shouted, "Found the boss, he's over there!"

Dust and confusion followed the direction he was pointing: "You mean the money is near that tower?"

"That's right."

"Hahaha, alright, it's good to know she's not on our side. Sanxun, fire!"

Sanxun received orders, and dozens of shells streaked across the sky, whistling as they swooped down to land, exploding at the high tower and where the "messengers of God" were hiding. Three of them landed on the cross-sea highway, directly cutting off the only route between the military base and other areas.

An Qingyi stood up the moment the explosion rang out and punched Sha Chen Mitu hard: "You beast, those people are our brothers. Even if you don't want to save them, there's no need to kill them all and not give them a chance to live."

Dust Demon scrambled to his feet, grabbed An Qingyi's shoulder with one hand, and slammed his fist into An Qingyi's stomach with the other, his face terrifyingly grim: "I'll kill you."

An Qingyi fought back fiercely and broke free from the control of the sandstorm.

He gripped the door frame tightly with his fingers, slowly standing up. His eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks, neck, arms, and all exposed skin were covered with bruises from the fight.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice tinged with a sense of desolation, as if he were witnessing a tragic death: "Now the road is cut off, and the surrounding boats have been destroyed. You've tried it; the water is poisonous, similar to that red mist. In other words, no matter how powerful she is, she has no way to escape the poisonous circle except by flying."

"So what will happen next?"

An Qingyi laughed loudly and said, word by word, "He should kill us!"

The person standing behind Sandstorm Lost turned pale. Yes, this was an individual battle. Without Money Full, Sandstorm Lost was the most likely to win.

An Qingyi raised his hands, taking in everyone's reactions. He had been pretending for so long just for this moment: "Brothers, stand beside me. How about we join forces to kill the Sandstorm Devourer and then settle the score from within?"

The crowd panicked, looking at each other in confusion.

An Qingyi: "You've all seen what kind of person he is. He's ruthless and merciless, showing no mercy to his brothers. But I'm different. I have compassion for each of you. Of course, that's not the point."

"The key point is that if we get lost in the sandstorm, neither of us has a chance of winning, but if we kill him, any of us could be the ultimate winner."

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