The dragon's breath, poised to strike, was abruptly interrupted deep in its throat, producing a muffled explosion that caused its massive head to shake painfully from the backlash.
The chains were taut, groaning painfully, and several spellcasters coughed up blood, their bodies trembling violently. They were clearly enduring a terrifying backlash, on the verge of being torn apart at any moment.
This last, desperate measure gave everyone their final, and only, chance!
"The weakness is in the chest...that wound!" Bai Zhi screamed.
Her longsword was already broken, and now she held an energy pistol, recklessly unleashing firepower at the horrific wound on the Frost Lord's chest that was so deep it revealed bone and almost pierced his heart.
As for close combat... to have Bai Zhi fight the dragon head-on with her flesh and blood legs? That's not courage and strategy, that's just being brainless!
That wound was a fatal injury inflicted by a player who possessed a golden, one-time-use armor-piercing item, who paid the ultimate price!
"Focus fire—!!!"
At this moment, all the players who could still move and launch attacks, regardless of their faction, let out their final roars!
The remaining long-range firepower, the desperate sword and blade strikes in close combat, and even some people rushing forward with energy bombs in their arms.
Of course, this guy does have a transfer item that can transfer damage.
Immediately, attacks of various colors and strengths, like a torrent bursting its banks, carrying the last madness of despair, all crashed into the fatal crack in the Frost Lord's chest.
A fierce killing intent flashed in Xiao Jin's eyes. She ignored the excruciating pain that tore her whole body apart and her almost numb left arm.
【Phantom Step】was pushed to its limit, leaving several afterimages in the midst of flying ice blocks and turbulent energy currents.
She flapped her wings and leaped high into the air, then, using the momentum of her dive, she gripped the long sword covered in lightning tightly with both hands.
A strange spatial fluctuation appeared again, gathering all its remaining power, and unleashed a slash carrying Xiao Jin's icy killing intent.
Like a falling lightning bolt, it pierced the deepest part of the crack in the Frost Lord's chest with unparalleled precision and ferocity, while the remaining dark purple lightning on the blade surged in wildly!
"Pfft—!!!"
This time, it was a dull thud as if a heart had been pierced!
"hold head high--!!!"
The Frost Lord's final roar was filled with unbelievable pain and the despair of losing life!
Its massive body stiffened abruptly, and its enormous vertical pupils, burning with ghostly blue soul fire, instantly lost all their luster, becoming empty and gray.
The binding chains lost their power to resist, causing the players who were casting spells to collapse to the ground like puppets with broken strings.
Under the watchful eyes of countless people, the Frost Lord's mountain-like head was torn apart and severed by the internal burst of sword energy and the concentrated energy of external fire amidst a tooth-grinding sound of bones breaking.
The enormous head, dripping with golden, icy blood like a waterfall, crashed onto the broken ice, sending up clouds of icy dust!
[Ding! Final stage mission: Eliminate the resurrected Frost Lord, completed!]
[The player contribution rankings are now available. Please click to view them. Rewards are being distributed...]
The cold, impersonal system notification sounded, but it could no longer evoke any cheers.
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Only the howling of the cold wind sweeping across the broken glaciers and the heavy, painful, survivors' gasps for breath.
On the massive headless corpse of the Frost Lord, the stolen "Head of the Beast God" slowly floated up, emitting a soft yet majestic light.
Ignoring the exhaustion and pain below, it followed some unseen rule and, under the complex gazes of everyone, steadily and irresistibly flew into the distance—towards the totem pole of the Leopard People.
The leopard-man commander will become the new beast god.
It seems that the ultimate winner of this battle is indeed Country Z.
At this moment, all the players silently turned their gaze to the group of players from Country Z, and to the slender figure kneeling on the ground, gripping a long sword, her shoulders trembling slightly...
Upon seeing this, Luo Feiyu, ignoring the bloodstains on his face, secretly gave a signal. He instructed all the remaining Z-country players to stand together, quietly concealing Xiao Jin behind the crowd.
However, he was clearly overly nervous.
Soon, the surviving players looked around blankly and then looked away.
The once bustling and vibrant battlefield, where thousands gathered, is now reduced to just over three hundred shaky, blood-soaked figures.
They came from different countries, wore different tattered equipment, and their faces showed a mixture of pain, numbness, bewilderment, and a hint of emptiness from surviving a catastrophe.
Back then, there were ten factions, each with over three hundred people, who marched into the dungeon in a grand procession... Now, less than one-tenth remains.
Behind the cold numbers are countless vibrant lives cut short.
Keep in mind that each survival game takes place in countless identical parallel worlds. If three hundred people remain in one world, then how many people are left on Earth?
Thinking of this, there is no joy of victory, only a heavy, blood-soaked exhaustion and a deep-seated sorrow.
[Ding—Congratulations on clearing this dungeon! You will return to the train space after the countdown ends]
[10, 9, ... 5, 4, ... 2, 1]
Buzz—
A soft yet irresistible white light instantly enveloped all the survivors.
The system's transmission mechanism was activated, giving them no time for reflection or farewell.
The next second, in the cold, clean train carriage filled with a faint sunlight, Xiao Jin's figure appeared in the white light.
She was still in that critically injured and dying state, with the white bone of her left shoulder exposed, the bloodstains on her neck glaring, and her body trembling slightly from blood loss and excruciating pain.
She didn't even have the strength to look at Amo, who had also fallen to the ground. She just used her last bit of willpower to issue a command in her mind.
[System...deducts points...treatment...]
A soft white light enveloped her once more, and the powerful restorative energy began to take effect.
Soon, inside the cocoon of light, Xiao Jin's shattered bones began to rebuild, his torn flesh began to heal, and the icy chill that had seeped into his bone marrow was dispelled...
The excruciating pain receded like the tide, replaced by a tingling, itchy feeling from the healing process and a deep, soul-deep exhaustion.
But Xiao Jin was unaware that at this moment, the entire player channel outside was as if it had been plunged into a bottomless abyss.
There was no exchange of relief after surviving the ordeal, no sharing of joy at completing the mission, and no discussion of the generous reward.
Only deathly silence remained.
An absolute, heavy, soul-crushing stillness...
Number of players: ...
1.3 billion...
In peacetime, the population of Country Z alone is more than this number!
On the channel interface, the information flow completely stopped.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Only the faint hum of the system's healing light beams could be clearly heard in the deathly silent carriage.
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