"Damn, I'm done chatting, a convoy has already started moving!"

Many people became active in the chat channel, but soon fell silent again.

Outside a swirling vortex of blood, a convoy that had been observing from the sidelines suddenly rushed into the vortex.

Seeing this, the convoys that were still observing nearby could no longer sit still and rushed into the whirlpool as well.

"Damn it, these young people have no sportsmanship! Charge! Charge in! Don't let the other convoys get ahead!"

One of the team leaders roared loudly, his shouts no less intense than those of a Soul-Eating Beast.

In an instant, a large group of people surged into the vortex of stench.

This swirling vortex is located on a plain, with some low-rise buildings inside.

Although it was severely damaged, the road was still relatively smooth, allowing the survivors' vehicles to enter without hindrance.

It wasn't until less than a hundred meters from the pit of the ground vines that some gravel appeared on the ground, blocking the path to the Flower King.

Those who drove in cautiously glanced around, and after finding no danger, they picked up their weapons, got out of their cars, and carefully walked towards the Flower King.

The survivors stood at the edge of the pit and cautiously peered down into it.

It was pitch black, like a huge abyss, with no bottom in sight.

Then, the survivors fixed their gazes on the Flower King, swallowed hard, and muttered, "Is this what we're supposed to destroy?"

"So, if we just kill this thing, we can get a diamond treasure chest?"

Some survivors, their eyes gleaming with anticipation and greed, spoke excitedly.

However, before he could finish speaking, someone immediately responded, "There are so many of us here this time, even if there is a treasure chest, it's not your turn to open it!"

"That's right, since everyone's here, let's all get a share!"

Another survivor chimed in.

"No one can take it all for themselves!"

"We absolutely have to get a share!"

"..."

More people began to shout.

In an instant, various voices rose and fell, forming a surging wave of sound.

Seeing the agitated crowd around him, the survivor who had spoken earlier knew he couldn't fight them, so he wisely shut his mouth.

However, although he no longer spoke, the resentment in his eyes did not disappear.

After all, according to rumors in the chat channel, it's a diamond-quality resource box, and opening it might even yield legendary-quality supplies.

No one wants to miss such an opportunity.

"Resource boxes are naturally only for those with strength. I think those who aren't strong enough shouldn't waste their time here and should just get lost!"

Suddenly, a rough voice rang out from the crowd.

The voice seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing everyone around to look in the direction from which it came.

There stood a tall, muscular man.

He was a full 2.5 meters tall, with well-defined muscles, and exuded a powerful aura.

If Shaquille O'Neal were in front of him, he would have to call himself "Little O'Neal".

His cold and dignified gaze inspired awe, and the imposing aura he exuded made many survivors hesitant to approach him.

What constitutes true strength?

Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.

The burly man glanced at the speaker, a slight smirk playing on his lips: "Almost everyone gathered here has a convoy. If you want the resource box, send someone out. Let's have a contest. In the end, whichever convoy's people are the last ones standing gets the resource box!"

His tone was firm, as if he were full of confidence in himself.

However, before the burly man could finish speaking, a series of dissenting voices arose from the surrounding area.

"That's not fair!"