It was a success!
Xiao Jin's strike finally broke through the Frost Lord's almost invincible defense.
That previous attack was more of a provocation than an attack.
Xiao Jin needs to draw the Frost Lord's hatred onto himself, and then... that will be the time for others to make their move.
Sure enough, kicking a dog when it's down is something most Earthlings like to do, let alone having a blood feud with that 'dog'!
"The weakness is at the wing root, attack the wing root!"
"Quick! Focus fire! Strike while the iron is hot!"
After a brief silence, the battlefield erupted in cheers! All players, regardless of their faction, were ignited with fighting spirit by this exhilarating scene.
Fear was replaced by ecstasy!
Countless attacks, as if drawn by a magnet, poured madly toward the Frost Lord's injured right wing root!
The Frost Lord writhed its massive body in pain and rage, its injured right wing moving noticeably stiffer and slower.
Its enormous vertical pupils, burning with ghostly blue soul flames, locked onto the tiny black figure below—a figure that caused it pain—for the first time with genuine, savage killing intent.
…………
Over the next two hours, countless players rushed forward, their items never ceasing.
Fortunately, everyone's efforts were not in vain.
The Frost Lord's roar had long since transformed into a shriek intertwined with pain and rage. Its once immovable, massive body, like a moving glacier, was now covered with shocking wounds.
The deep blue ice crystal scales shattered and peeled away, revealing the thick, golden blood beneath, which kept seeping out and freezing.
Its broken right wing drooped helplessly, each attempt to struggle and flap brought forth a shower of icy blood and a painful roar, the huge bone spikes piercing through the skin and exposed menacingly to the cold wind.
The Frost Lord could no longer soar above the ice storm; he could only roam and charge wildly through the crumbling ruins of the altar like a trapped beast.
Each heavy step caused an earth-shaking tremor, and ice shards and gravel shot out like cannonballs!
However, at the same time, the number of casualties among players is also climbing at an alarming rate.
From the initial few thousand people, the number has now been reduced by more than half.
The frozen corpses on the ice surface were in various forms. Some were turned into eternal ice sculptures by the dragon's breath, some were smashed into a mixture of flesh and ice shards by the giant tail, and others were nailed to the ice wall by the shards of ice blades that shot out.
The bloodstains were instantly frozen into a mournful red ice painting. The screams, the cracking of bones, the shattering of shields, and the roars of the Frost Lord and the howls of the ice storm intertwined to create a hellish elegy.
Only the player front of Country Z, supported by the powerful buff of "Ambition for Revenge," remains relatively resilient.
Even so, they were all covered in blood and wounds, and their casualties were equally heavy.
Xiao Jin was undoubtedly the most dazzling yet most tragic flame in this purgatory.
As the first to break through the Frost Lord's defenses and continuously draw its raging fury, she endured far more pressure than others.
The black overcoat and the scale armor underneath were already soaked in blood and ice shards from the battle, and were torn in many places.
On her left shoulder, a deep claw mark tore through the flesh, revealing bone, and even exposed her pale shoulder blade.
The lingering chill from the Frost Lord's claws gnawed at her wounds like a leech, attempting to freeze her flesh and bones.
Xiao Jin used a recovery item midway through, but the recovery item could only help heal the wounds, but could not remove the negative effects of the attack.
Thus, the surging "desire for revenge" and the nano-repair needles clashed back and forth within Xiao Jin's body. Helpless, she could only endure and resist this endless pain.
Soon, before he knew it, Xiao Jin was injured again.
Eerie blue-black ice crystals clung to the edges of the wound, and on the side of her neck, a red gash, grazed by sharp ice crystals, tore open the skin. Blood flowed down her collarbone, staining her clothes crimson.
Xiao Jin's face was as pale as paper, and his breath carried the hot, bloody smell. Every swing of his knife and every dodge was accompanied by excruciating pain that tore his entire body apart.
"Whoosh—whoosh—"
Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Jin exchanged aggro with his teammates while retreating to catch his breath.
Xiao Jin took a deep breath, but her heart was so gloomy it seemed like it could drip water.
This is not good...
His own items were almost completely used up: [Key of the Moon], [Spirit of Plants], [Horn of Inspiration]...
The skill icons for all powerful defensive, restorative, and buff items are grayed out on the system interface, indicating a long cooldown period.
Even with the cooldown reduction buff, it couldn't withstand the attack after two hours!
Only a few players with psionic items were frantically absorbing the pure energy from the spirit stones, barely maintaining their offensive rhythm.
However, spirit stones are consumables, and even the most frugal players won't hoard too many.
The situation is not looking good!
"roar--!!!"
The Frost Lord opened its massive maw once more, a devastating breath of ice brewing in its throat.
This time, its target is the core area of the Z country players below, which poses the greatest threat to it, including Xiao Jin, Luo Feiyu, Bai Zhi, and others!
The shadow of death loomed over them instantly...
"Lock it up, now!" Luo Feiyu roared hoarsely, his eyes bloodshot.
He was covered in blood, his left arm hanging limply at his sides, but his eyes still held a wolf-like ferocity.
This moment is not only what the Frost Lord craves, but also what the players have been waiting for.
Several players with powerful control skills and whose spirit stones were not yet completely exhausted rushed forward like moths to a flame, braving the deadly pressure.
The R-country man in the hat, wielding a massive scroll of frost chains, smashed it to the ground. Another player, dressed as a witch, burned the last [Dragon Binding Talisman] to ashes.
Interestingly, the player from country F actually acquired the Druid's skill, and by draining the energy of the last spirit stone, he summoned a thick [Nature Roots]!
As for Xiao Jin...
She lacked strong control methods, so she could only attract others by her own presence, thus providing opportunities for them.
The Gift of Ice and Snow unfolds once more, and Xiao Jin stands out conspicuously atop the Frost Lord's head. Her actions are a clear provocation to the wrathless opponent.
"Roar—" A long howl rang out.
But what followed was the skills unleashed by the other players.
"Buzz—!!!"
Several energy chains, shimmering with different lights, shot out from the void, from beneath the ice, and from the runes like living giant pythons, with a desperate, all-or-nothing resolve.
They came one after another, fiercely wrapping around the Frost Lord's thick neck, injured wing roots, and its massive maw that was gathering power!
"hold head high--!!!"
The Frost Lord let out a deafening roar of pain and rage, its massive body suddenly halting under the powerful binding forces.
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