The players were panicked. They had never encountered such a strange thing.

"What's going on? Why are my feet so deep in the ground?"

"Ah! We are going to be buried."

"Oh my God, am I going to die?"

…

Just as they were panicking, they stopped sinking, and the loess had already reached their waists.

They all tried to struggle and crawl out, but they found themselves powerless.

The only ones who were slightly affected were their elite troops, which means that the stronger they were, the smaller the impact.

Fengyun was also stunned. Is this the power of the forbidden scroll?

The next moment he lost control and fell to the ground.

Seeing the Yellow Turban Army stuck in the mud, he showed no mercy to the enemy who were as heavy as bowling balls and took 20 heads at once.

When the soldiers in other imperial camps saw the enemy like this, their eyes turned red. This was just a wooden stake.

Then, in an instant, the entire battlefield erupted in huge shouts of killing.

Suddenly, heads rolled down the battlefield.

"Ding! You get 1 point."

"Ding! You get 1 point."

…

"What's going on?"

Suddenly, countless points were rising rapidly, which made him tremble with fear. Could it be because of the Tai Chi Qiankun Formation?

He immediately checked the game log.

It’s true!

The cause and effect relationship in the game is still very close, and anyone who dies because of him will have a connection, whether good or bad.

If that's the case, then he will be even more determined to kill.

At this moment, his mission has been completed, and it is now up to Zhu Jun.

The next moment, the fire in the reed marsh was extinguished, and the players who had been waiting for a long time rushed over howling.

They had waited too long for this day.

A whole six months!

In the past six months, those who were oppressed by the Yellow Turban Army were unable to breathe.

When individual players are leveling up, they are always worried about the sudden appearance of Yellow Turban players and surrounding them.

The guilds are training, and more Yellow Turban guilds will surround them.

Almost every court player has died once, and some players are even worse off, being killed once every two weeks.

Whether it is a player from the imperial camp or an NPC, they are all walking points for the Yellow Turban players.

Faced with the hungry Yellow Turban players, many people were killed out of the shadows.

Now is finally the time for revenge.

When they saw the Yellow Turban Army buried deep in the soil, they did not investigate further. These were points, and whoever grabbed them would own them.

The crowd waved their butcher knives and fought with the soldiers for heads.

…

At this time, Bo Cai was completely confused.

"What kind of magic is this! Why is it more powerful than the Great Sage Master? Hurry up and find a way to save them!"

"Master Qu! We can't do it! They are all stuck in the ground."

Seeing his soldiers' heads being chopped off as easily as wooden stakes, Bo was about to collapse.

But at this moment, another bolt from the blue exploded in his mind.

"General Qu! This is bad. Our tent has been set on fire by the imperial court."

"What! What are our spies doing?!!"

The men were now in despair, and they cried out:

"Qu Shuai! Run quickly! It will be too late if you run any further."

"But what about our brothers? They're still in the dirt!"

"Qu Shuai! Run! We can't save them even if we stay."

They were surrounded on all sides, and a new group of enemies broke through in front of them, but their own camp was ambushed again.

The morale of the army was shaken, and Bo Cai could no longer bear it and shouted;

"withdraw!"