Above Cairo, Egypt, the "King of Black Mist," dressed in a purple robe and wearing a golden crown, stands with his back to the dark sea of ​​clouds, resembling a king commanding the might of the heavens.

The momentum of slaughtering millions of people was unleashed without restraint.

Fear gripped Nadi Labaki's throat; his vision blurred, and he longed to escape, to hide among the crowds of the city beneath his feet.

'The King of Black Mist is the strongest immortal being; how could I possibly defeat him!'

'I should have let someone else go first. Knowing their skills would have given me time to improve myself.'

'According to intelligence, the King of the Black Mist can control fire; the city is ablaze. Will the battle destroy Cairo? And affect Amin?'

Worry, regret, annoyance, anxiety, fear...

"Something's wrong with Nadi!"

"His emotions are fluctuating wildly, there are no positive emotions, only negative ones! It's speculated that the target has some kind of ability to control emotions or kill intent!"

"Can I make a move?"

"No, I'm trying to make a move, but the crisis awareness is going to reach its maximum alarm level! Making a move will kill me!"

On the grass, people came and went, recording intelligence.

Throughout Cairo, top fighters from all over the world watched the battle overhead, while others broadcast it live.

Fiery Phoenix, Little Martial Saint, Doorplate, Aman, and other experts from the Xia Kingdom's Special Operations Bureau gathered on the roof of a castle.

“Human Tribulation,” the Little Martial Saint murmured, “The Special Operations Bureau organized three missions. The first time, only one survived, the second time three, and the third time five. All three ‘transcending tribulation to become an immortal’ missions failed.”

"More and more people will survive. If we keep trying, we'll eventually succeed," the Fiery Phoenix affirmed.

"You're wrong." The doorplate sat on the eaves.

The fiery phoenix looked at him.

"We survived not because we were close to success, but because we were too scared to make a move."

"In the words of those experts, we deliberately detached ourselves from the Human Horde and took a detour within the instance. This might be the reason why Value Games updated the 'Human Horde Rules'—"

Aman looked at the 'King of Black Mist': "—Those who are forced to undergo tribulation, fight to the death. Not a single one is allowed to escape."

Little Martial Saint, Doorplate, and Aman are members of the Special Operations Bureau's team that triggered the 'Transcending Tribulation to Become an Immortal' event for the third time.

Only those who have personally experienced it know how terrifying the Human Tribulation is. The mountains and fields are filled with experts of the same level, and the difference between friend and foe is just a thought away. One moment you are fighting side by side, and the next you are attacking each other.

"Brother, what level of tribulation is this?" Li Qianxia asked curiously, staring at the water.

"Second class." Li Changzhou didn't know the exact number, but he knew how much of his strength he had put in. By judging the strength, he could determine what level of human tribulation he was at.

"Second-class...weakened version, divine body locked, 50% combat power, complete combat awareness...hmm—is it strong or weak?" Li Qianxia assessed, unsure if she could win.

It should be fine, right?

“Something’s not right about this person,” Yang Qinglan said, looking at the Egyptian undergoing tribulation.

"It's terrifying," Yaochi also noticed.

"Emotional control?" Li Qianxia was taken aback. "Does the skills of the guy from Human Tribulation also update in real time? Even the Black Mist—"

Before she could finish speaking, the "King of Black Mist" on the water's surface stepped back, and a tall, humanoid figure of black mist stood in the air.

"......"

Oh no, my brother's ultimate moves are all exposed, not a single one is left.

It's over.

Nadi Labaki was utterly desperate.

What is the purpose of human life?

Why fight so hard in a value game?

There is a life-or-death crisis at least once a month, and in order not to be overtaken by the competition, one must go in several times a month.

If the opponent has to fight twice, I have to fight three times; if I fight three times, the opponent has to fight four times. Each time it's a life-or-death struggle. My teammates have been replaced time and time again... When will this end?

Everyone dies eventually, so why live such a hard life?

Nadi Labaki drew his spear and pointed it at his own neck—

Nadi!

Nadi Labaki was jolted awake; it was Amin's voice.

He looked down and immediately spotted Amin's slender figure in the crowd. She was wearing a headscarf, her hands clasped tightly, looking at him with concern, praying to Allah on his behalf.

"Quick, get away from here!" a player suddenly shouted in terror from the crowd.

Boom!

Dark clouds rolled in, and another tall, imposing figure emerged, slowly landing in front of Amin, its murderous aura pressing down on her.

Amin trembled as if she were cold all over, and all the worries that had been building up since last night—Nadi Labaki's death—burst out at once. She convulsed and collapsed to the ground.

"What's wrong?" Aman asked hurriedly.

"The system has determined that she interfered with the tribulation!" The signboard suddenly stood up.

"Ah... Ah!" Nadi Labaki wailed, speechless.

Li Changzhou, standing in front of Amin, pointed his finger, and flames fell on Amin's body. Amin's flesh and blood quickly turned red and black, then fell off, turning into withered bones in the blink of an eye.

"Ah!" Nadi Labaki went completely mad.

He roared and transformed into a giant centaur wielding a massive axe, stomping through the void as he charged toward the "King of Black Mist" on the ground.

call!

Black mist blocked his way.

Everyone kept their eyes glued to the battlefield, not missing a single move by the "King of Black Mist," and memorizing all his skills and moves.

"Bang!"

The black mist was immediately dispersed.

"What?!"

So easily defeated?

The centaur raised its hunting axe high in its right hand, and the sunlight fell on it, gilding it with a divine gold.

Whoosh! The black mist gathered and reappeared in front of the centaur behemoth.

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