"hiss……"
The Black Jade Blood Python let out a low, menacing hiss. Its massive body slightly adjusted its direction, and its enormous head slowly rose, looking down at the several orcs who were frozen in place.
"Thump!"
One of the werewolf warriors' legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, the pungent liquid instantly soaking his leather pants.
The other screamed hysterically, no longer caring about his companion, and scrambled backward, only to trip over the corpses on the ground and frantically crawl through the blood and mud on his hands and feet.
Utter collapse! Utter collapse!
Fear spread like a plague among the werewolf warriors on the battlefield.
Amo was like a wolf charging into a flock of sheep; it was as if their roles had been reversed. With a flick of its tail, it wiped out a whole flock, crushing countless sheep with its body.
The other players were stunned, especially the ones who had just attacked the orc centurion.
They knew better than anyone how difficult a centurion was to deal with, but under Amo's body, it was like a lump of clay, which could be kneaded at will.
"Damn it, we can't compete!" someone exclaimed.
If the battle pets are that powerful, how strong must the player be!
Someone else shouted, "Hurry up and kill them! With the help of the big shots, we can definitely win!"
In an instant, all the players in the wolf and leopard battlefield were filled with excitement, and they fought with great effort.
Gradually, the howls of fear replaced the battle cries. All the orcs who could still move, like ants scattered from their nest, dropped their weapons, pushed and trampled the corpses and wounded of their companions, and fled desperately in the distance!
Especially those two killing gods!
I hope I absolutely avoid encountering them!
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence at that moment.
The wind swept across the blood-stained wasteland, unable to dispel the thick, lingering stench of blood.
The setting sun, like blood, cast a dark red halo over the broken bodies and frozen, terrified faces scattered across the battlefield, like a scroll painting of hell.
Amo's massive body slowly swam back to Xiao Jin's side, like the most loyal guardian, entrenched beside her blood-stained shadow.
Its cold, vertical pupils swept across the ravaged battlefield, its scarlet tongue flickering occasionally, catching the scent of death in the air.
After an unknown amount of time, the wolf-headed orc slowly retreated.
[Ding—First stage mission: Victory in this small battle has been achieved.]
[Rewards distributed: Points, Enhancement Stones x5, Wooden Treasure Chests x2, Kill Rewards are being calculated... Note: All rewards will be distributed after players return to their login point.]
A cold system notification sounded in Xiao Jin's mind, and a pale blue light screen that only she could see flickered at the edge of her vision.
After a brief silence in the war channel, it erupted like a long-suppressed volcano:
"We...we won?! We won?!"
"My God! Points! Enhancement stones! Treasure chests! So many points!"
"It's that big shot! It's that big shot and his snake! They're incredible! One man and one snake wiped out the entire battlefield!"
"Waaaaah... I survived... I survived!"
"Where is the big boss? Big boss, please accept my bow! From now on, you are my father!"
"Coordinates! Quickly report the big shot's coordinates! I need to go and get on his good side! No, I need to go and pay my respects!"
The elation of surviving the ordeal, the excitement of the generous reward, and the awe of the figure standing beside the giant python caused everyone to frantically spam the chat channel again and again.
Of course, there are many more such cases, and Xiao Jin is not the only powerful player. In fact, the players from Country Z are not the first to complete the stage mission.
However, this doesn't stop those who want to come up and curry favor with him!
In the distance, corpses lay strewn about, green animal blood mixed with dark red human blood, congealing into a filthy mud under the setting sun.
In the heart of that muddy place, a figure stood quietly.
Xiao Jin's black coat was already soaked in blood, solidified into a dark, hard shell, clinging tightly to his body and outlining his slightly thin but exceptionally upright figure.
Her face and hands were also stained with mottled bloodstains, and the congealed scabs made her look like a demon pulled from a pool of blood.
Only those eyes, through his disheveled, blood-stained bangs, remained cold and calm, like obsidian immersed in the depths of a frigid pool, without a ripple.
At this moment, Xiao Jin lowered his head slightly, his right hand casually holding the long knife that was also covered in blood, the tip of the knife pointing diagonally at the ground.
Beside her, the terrifying, jet-black python coiled up, its massive head slightly raised, its cold, vertical pupils scanning the edge of the battlefield, its gaze a mixture of fanaticism and fear as it looked at the players in this direction.
Those excited players who wanted to get closer to express their gratitude and curry favor with Amo had all their impulses extinguished instantly when they met Amo's cold, emotionless vertical pupils.
My feet felt like they were nailed to the spot, and a chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.
The ecstasy on their faces quickly faded, leaving only instinctive shrinking and awe.
There were no cheers, no crowds, and Xiao Jin didn't care at all what the players were thinking.
She waved her hand, and Amo, who was standing beside her, understood Xiao Jin's meaning. So she shook her body, and the giant python, which was as big as a small mountain, instantly transformed into a small, black snake as thin as a chopstick.
It nodded its head and slowly climbed up Xiao Jin's legs, its cool body finally brushing against her fair collarbone and resting on her neck.
One black and one white create a striking contrast.
At this point, with the wolf-headed orcs gone, only the leopard orcs remained on the battlefield, along with the players and dying warriors.
An orc who looked like a general shouted something, and the army began to retreat in an orderly manner, while some rushed up to clean up the battlefield.
If you encounter wounded friendly soldiers, carry them down for treatment; if you encounter enemy wolf-headed orcs, then finish them off with another blow.
A moment later, the players gradually gathered together. But upon closer inspection, there were only about three hundred people in total, which didn't match the ten thousand they had previously known!
"Something's not right. Where are those people? They can't all be dead!" one player wondered.
Someone vehemently denied it: "Impossible. Look closely at the ground. There are at most a few thousand corpses, and most of them are NPCs."
Another female player said, "Then there's only one possibility left: the rest of the players were assigned to other battlefields."
This is highly likely, and Xiao Jin thinks so too.
The system notification only stated that it was a "competitive dungeon," but it didn't reveal how many factions there were or where they were located.
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