Chapter 212
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The Evil King's ultimate move, "Blood Realm," is a high-burst area-of-effect attack skill. It features a novel design where attacks are launched after the player has lost health, and then the attack targets the player's teammates a second time.
This setting is specifically for MT (Most Tank) players.
In other words, when the main tank (MT) in the team is taking damage from the Evil Spirit King's attack, the damage they absorb will be simultaneously transferred to the other teammates.
In this situation, the main tank (MT) should try to avoid taking damage and, with the help of the priest, maximize the amount of aggro the boss generates.
The game setting of "Blood Realm" tests the MT's operational skills to a certain extent.
At the same time, teamwork is also highly valued.
"5%!" Qingtian's voice was filled with excitement, reminding everyone of the thrill of about to secure the first kill.
While protecting Qingtian, Hongyueling also perfectly left an opening for him to cast spells.
Zero on the other side quickly adjusted his mindset and, taking advantage of his long-range positioning, became the player with the lowest health loss in the team.
Yuan Ye silently controlled his character, relentlessly slashing and killing, but his gaze remained fixed on that figure.
Yingning's Demon Sword almost always struck the Evil Spirit King's vital points with every strike, even...
"Sword Shadow Devours Dragon!"
The black mist surrounding the Demon Sword suddenly transformed into a black dragon.
The black dragon glared angrily and soared down from mid-air, tearing off one of the evil spirit king's arms.
"Damn, only 2% left!"
"Brother You, hurry up and cut down the enemy!!!" Qingtian's voice pierced through the collapsing castle.
Yuan Ye used "Thousand Threads" to trap the Evil Spirit King's feet, imprisoning it in place, before moving and unleashing a powerful attack.
The two worked together seamlessly, and at this time, the Evil King's health was only 1%.
"Looks like we're going to take first place." Yuan Ye's voice couldn't hide his excitement.
The assassin character he played was extremely thin, with dark eyes peeking out from under his hood, resembling a hawk aiming at its prey.
Yuan Ye's voice was deep: "Do you still stand by what you said before?"
It was a joke, but he managed to express a certain sincerity in it.
"Brother, I'm a man."
"You're really going to mess with me?" Ying Ning's right hand continued to manipulate the sword, controlling the black dragon to continue looking for an opportunity to attack the boss.
"Um."
"No?"
"How about we try a different game?"
"Change to what?" Yuanye asked.
"The boss is down to 1% health. Now it's up to you and me to see who's faster." Ying Ning was less cold than before, and instead gripped her sword hilt tightly, staring directly at the colossal figure of the boss opposite her.
"The one who kills the Evil Spirit King is the winner."
The loser must unconditionally grant the other party one request.
"That's unnecessary." Yuan Ye said, but his figure suddenly leaped five body lengths.
It seems we must seize the power to kill the boss!
Assassins and swordsmen are not on the same level in terms of agility, so in terms of speed, it's practically handing the opportunity to him.
What other class can match the speed of an assassin?
"I'll take down the boss, you just wait." Yuan Ye's voice seemed to come through gritted teeth. He glanced at Ying Ning's location out of the corner of his eye, but several strange thoughts inexplicably popped into his mind:
Should I make her call me "brother" a hundred times?
Or should we tell her not to team up with that person again?
Meet?
or......
Before he could even process the thoughts in his mind, he heard a dragon's roar, and black dragon-like mist rushed directly towards his location.
Black Dragon spun around abruptly, using the aftershock to throw Yuan Ye's character completely off the field.
At the same time, the clear voice of a young boy echoed in Yuan Ye's ears once again:
"Brother, you said I'm good at using flying swords."
"Does that mean I don't have any other skills?"
The boy, carrying a sword, flew up and the moment the blade sliced through the body of the evil spirit king, a gruesome sight could be seen through the gap, as the sword inch by inch penetrated its blood and bones.
At the same time, an untimely voice appeared in the system:
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