"Why don't we watch the live stream of the butcher?"
"...When the butcher went in, he was clearly live-streaming. Why did he suddenly turn it off?"
Why is the live stream of "Human Butcher" completely black?
"When it comes to proving himself, the Butcher will definitely broadcast the killing of Su Deng live..."
"Refund points!!"
Boom——
A group of people were arguing when the ground suddenly shook beneath their feet.
The live stream screen hanging overhead suddenly wobbled and fell down.
The screen shattered after it hit the ground, and the circuitry sparked and crackled.
Everyone was startled.
"What happened?"
"Earthquake?"
"The Spirit Realm... can experience earthquakes?"
Who is that?
Just as everyone was wondering what was going on, someone suddenly pointed to the main game and asked a question.
Everyone was waiting to watch Zi Xiang's live stream; the entire hall was filled with people gathered here.
But then, someone suddenly appeared in the main game pool.
It's a man.
She wore a black outfit with blue trim, and had a tall and slender figure.
What's even more striking is his short, silver-white hair and his sharply defined, cool, and handsome face.
The aura was cold and the presence was powerful.
It appeared out of thin air, silently and without anyone noticing.
He stretched out his hand, his palm emitting white light towards the pool.
It appears to be scanning.
Finally, it stopped on the glowing copy of "Job Hunting in the Underworld," which was running on the program.
After confirming, he raised his left hand and pressed it lightly beside his ear, his voice icy, "A source of heretical bug detected. Unable to be fixed. Will soon initiate highest-level destruction."
What is he doing?
"...What do you mean? Destroy the game?"
"he……"
call out--
Just then, a whooshing sound cut through the air and flew towards the silver-haired man.
The man dodged and caught the weapon flying through the air.
It was a silver spear with dark green flame patterns wrapped around it.
The moment he grasped the spear, flames suddenly erupted.
The man flung the gun away, turned to look at the empty space behind him, his narrow eyes cold and chilling. "As the Eighth Executor, you disobey orders, repeatedly defy the Divine Court, and even abandoned your identity to enter the game to protect heretics. Yan Sizhan, do you really want to become a traitor to the Divine Court?"
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