Lin Feng stepped out of the boundary first, alone.
He wanted to see the situation on the other side.
Unexpectedly.
They were so well-prepared.
Looking at the formation, they had clearly put in a lot of effort.
What a pity.
Lin Feng's current strength had long surpassed the conflicts between players.
What once had a tiny chance of hitting him with high-level spells was now utterly useless.
And given the vast difference in immortal power between the two sides.
None of the opponent's attacks could land on him.
These varied crowd controls were no different from fireworks to Lin Feng.
Therefore.
He simply walked forward calmly.
Completely disregarding the rushing crowd.
And Pu Bu Dong's hoarse commands.
He allowed all sorts of attacks to barrage him, yet they were still unable to harm him.
Although Pu Bu Dong appeared calm on the surface.
He was starting to panic internally.
How could this be?
All the control spells were ineffective.
All the attacks were...
They wanted to escape.
But how could such a large gathering of players allow an enemy server player to leave at will?
He wouldn't allow it.
Nor would any of the players present.
Following his command, the players moved.
Constantly approaching, gathering.
But what puzzled Pu Bu Dong was.
As the surrounding players grew in number, Yang Jian Qing Ming seemed to slow down.
As if...
He was waiting for all the players to arrive.
His heart skipped a beat.
Could it be.
This guy has some ultimate move that can threaten so many of us at once?
He recalled the scene where all attacks were ineffective earlier.
He remembered Lin Feng's glorious record of fighting a hundred against one, and suddenly felt something was wrong.
Moreover.
This feeling grew stronger and stronger.
Until almost all the players were packed together, shoulder to shoulder, crowd to crowd.
Dense, incredibly intimidating.
Compared to Yang Jian Qing Ming floating in mid-air, it was like an elephant facing ants.
Yet Pu Bu Dong had a foreboding sense of dread.
He subconsciously wanted to move away.
But at this moment.
Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
It seemed all the players had arrived.
Then.
Enjoy this nightmare exclusively for yourselves!
Lin Feng's body floated serenely, and a tremendous pressure poured down.
A gray light flashed in his eyes, instantly engulfing the players below.
And this light spread rapidly.
In the blink of an eye.
Almost all the players saw this gray light.
And.
Everyone suddenly felt a wave of fear.
It was as if they had experienced a terrifying nightmare.
Their hearts were clenched tightly.
Terror filled everyone's eyes, yet they were powerless.
The next moment.
Bang!
The light suddenly exploded.
All the players engulfed by it collapsed onto the ground.
Even Pu Bu Dong, whose figure had been flickering and had already moved ten meters away, stiffened.
Then.
He fell, enveloped by the gray light.
In just an instant.
The Gao Li Guo Legion, which had just formed a grand formation, was now nothing but corpses.
A wipeout!
Lin Feng's body slowly descended.
And stopped in a spot free of corpses.
Before him.
System prompts continuously refreshed and rolled.
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Li Hu Dong], gaining 77 National War points."
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Li Hu Dong], gaining 129.5 billion cultivation points."
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Che Hong Ji], gaining 85 National War points."
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Che Hong Ji], gaining 312.2 billion cultivation points."
...
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Pu Bu Dong], gaining 89 National War points."
"You have killed Gao Li Guo server player [Pu Bu Dong], gaining 1.8925 trillion cultivation points."
The deaths of thousands of people brought him hundreds of trillions in cultivation points and nearly 200,000 National War points.
But this was not the greatest gain.
...
Thank you, Qin Defei of Qibali Road, for the character summon, and for your generosity, sir!
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