At the sa ti, other players also discovered the battle situation on the ninth floor through their own ans.
They all ca out of their rooms, lurking in nearby spots, so in the corridors, so by the walls, varying from person to person.
These kinds of spectating actions are basic operations for all players, just like when a major guild monopolizes a world-class boss, a huge crowd of players will gather on the periphery to watch.
Guess what everyone is thinking?
Actually, you don't even need to guess!
Everyone has the heart to pick up the pieces, and as for being retaliated against afterward—they can't care about that anymore!
Who knows, after picking up the scraps, one might just rise to prominence!
It's just that the Mad King Building can't be relocated, otherwise, this kind of sneaky opportunist would be extrely, extrely nurous!
Many so-called high-level players made their fortune relying on exactly this kind of thod!
Moreover, if things really reach an irreparable point, players can still rush into the Blood Mist—certain madn would do exactly that!
The worse the prevailing atmosphere, the more cris like gambling, selling, and robbery flourish, and human nature grows more insane!
And the atmosphere of the Dorm Survival Ga isn't very good to begin with, so it's practically no different from hell!
The number of madn here is unimaginably high!
...
Bleeding, bleeding, bleeding!!!
In the vast corridor of the ninth floor, a river of blood had ford in an instant.
The pungent, rusty sll of iron filled the entire hallway, the hot blood not yet cooled.
Xu Lang stepped on the bloody stream, his gaze fixed on Azeman a hundred ters away.
He had a premonition that this would be the most intense battle he had faced since entering the Mad King Building.
In the simulated dream, he had personally killed Azeman once.
But the combos he could pull off in the training ground didn't necessarily an he could execute them in real combat.
Not to ntion, he had the assistance of turrets back then, but now he was all alone.
Thinking of this, he glanced at Dorm 170.
This woman was actually still holed up inside her dorm!
"What is your na?" Azeman's face was ashen like iron, his steel-like chest heaving up and down as if a raging furnace burned within.
"You just need to rember that you will die."
Blood flowed down the diagonally pointed Demon Blade, dripping with a steady rhythm.
"Uh... Hahahaha!" Veins like dragons or snakes bulged violently on Azeman's chest, neck, and face, the blood flas on his body suddenly surging wildly.
He twisted his body and swung his staff, smashing it hard against the door of Dorm 170!
"Is he crazy? Xu Lang provoked him, why is he smashing Pandora's door?!"
"He knows he can't catch Xu Lang, don't forget, this is a humanoid intelligent monster!"
"This kind of monster is the most troubleso!"
*Boom! Boom! Boom!!!*
Azeman smashed his staff against Dorm 170's door again and again, but those bloodshot, bell-like eyes were constantly fixed on Xu Lang, filled with extre malice.
The turrets of Dorm 170 reactivated, poisonous flas and ice spikes continuously striking Azeman's body.
Seeing this, Xu Lang was happy to take it easy.
He just needed to swoop in for the last hit.
What other players were doing, he could do too.
Even if Pandora couldn't defeat Azeman, she could still wear him down.
Xu Lang popped two refreshing chewing gums to restore his energy, his eyes sweeping over the oddly shaped turrets of Dorm 170.
Finally, his gaze settled on that diamond-shaped mirror.
"Is this also a type of turret? It can actually double the attacks of other turrets, though the cooldown is a bit long..."
"Really envious, thirteen turrets, and all equipped with Enchantnt Gems."
"If I had thirteen turrets, I probably couldn't afford to upgrade them, right?"
Facility Fusion relies too much on luck, there are many hidden conditions, and if they aren't t, bad results can pop up easily, so relying solely on the fusion ability to upgrade turrets is sowhat unrealistic. Ultimately, if you want a qualitative change in your turrets, it still cos down to the upgrade ability of the Nightmare Coins themselves.
Xu Lang thought Azeman would keep fighting Pandora until one side erged victorious, but the reality was that Azeman's fury couldn't be contained for that long.
"Ahhhh!!!!"
Azeman slapped and shattered a beast-headed flathrower turret, his terrifying killing intent directly locking onto Xu Lang, who was watching the show!
The blood flas soared into the air at this mont!
Azeman finished his Power Charge, charging toward Xu Lang like a runaway tank!
His montum was like a teor; if you really got hit by this guy, dying on the spot wouldn't be an exception!
Xu Lang decisively teleported to escape.
The players lurking in the stairwell suffered misfortune; Azeman charged right in, and even the shockwaves broke the bones of so players!
With a few swings of his staff, Azeman killed all those players, completely losing his mind!
He rembered how he died!
Bit by bit, worn down, worn down, until finally, he was exhausted to death by those insects!
This chaotic demon king began frantically searching for Xu Lang's figure but couldn't find him anywhere, until soone, no one knew who, said a sentence.
"The person you're looking for is in Dorm 200!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was shocked, and the huge commotion Azeman was making suddenly seed less loud!
Originally, there was only one monster, but now there was another one!
Because he had been quiet for too long, people were already starting to defy Xu Lang!
Xu Lang instantly appeared at the source of the voice, but didn't see a single person.
His face was overcast with dark clouds, terrifyingly gloomy.
"Uh, hehehe!" Azeman's terrifying eyes glanced at Xu Lang, then he laughed loudly and headed toward the tenth floor.
The next instant, his body froze!
A terrifying attractive force was born behind him!
Blood Grudge was maxed out at this mont!
Without the slightest hesitation, Azeman turned around to pursue and kill Xu Lang.
*Squelch!!!*
The Demon Blade sliced through the air, cleaving Azeman's shoulder blade!
The mont Xu Lang teleported to appear beside Azeman, he teleported away again.
Three consecutive teleports, he slashed Azeman three tis, each blow breaking through his armor, causing blood to gush out like a fountain.
However, Azeman was, after all, a high-level monster, with much higher resistance than ordinary Cyan Lion Guards, so the bleeding effect wasn't fatal.
Azeman was both furious and laughing wildly.
He swung his staff in a Sweeping Attack, and by chance, one swing actually grazed Xu Lang a little!
The Durability of the Ghostly Profound Armor plumted!
"Mad Flas!"
As Xu Lang's figure was knocked back, a purple Fire Dragon also coiled around Azeman!
"Don't you know Fire Rakshasas aren't afraid of fire?" Azeman strode forward, covering the distance to Xu Lang in a single step.
Xu Lang's figure instantly disappeared. Although using the cloak consud Spiritual Energy, he could still afford it for now.
"You fell for it!" Azeman laughed wildly, reaching back with a reverse grip!
The mont Xu Lang appeared behind Azeman, a giant bloody energy hand firmly grasped him!
—Tyrant's Grip!
[Tyrant's Grip: Forcibly locks onto the target, causing massive grip damage.]
The teleportation effect failed at this mont!
Xu Lang's expression changed drastically. The Ghostly Profound Armor was too fragile; if he took this hit head-on, the outco would be extrely dangerous!
Countless players also witnessed this scene with their own eyes, their expressions turning interesting.
As everyone knows, players are high attack, low defense; their Constitution can't compare to monsters!
If Xu Lang died—no, even just being seriously injured would be enough. If Xu Lang was seriously injured, wouldn't that opportunity be delivered right to their doorstep?!
"Die..." Before Azeman could finish his sentence, he t a pair of terrifying purple-red eyes.
*Crack~*
In that instant, a crack appeared in his psyche!
At the sa ti, a gargoyle turret from Dorm 170 spat out a stone arrow, causing Azeman's arm to show signs of petrification!
The giant bloody energy hand imdiately loosened. Xu Lang's killing intent boiled over. The mont he broke free, he also had his seven-ter-long greatsword ready!
Ghost Slash descended from above, striking Azeman squarely in the center of his body!
This single strike consud a full five portions of Xu Lang's Innate True Qi!
*Squelch—*
Azeman's body was slashed open into a Somali-like trench, his eyeballs burned away by the blade's light, and his internal organs all exploded!
Xu Lang backhanded the Scarlet Herding Chains into his belly!
Every last drop of oil had to be squeezed out of this big fatty!
Several minutes later, Azeman turned into a skin-and-bones corpse, and the Scarlet Herding Chains retracted, coiling around an item.
"Xu Lang, be careful!" At that mont, Wang Yazhi, who was watching from the wall, let out an urgent cry.
The group of won, who had sohow made their way to the ninth floor to watch the battle, all had their pupils contract sharply at this mont!
Azeman, who had already died, had actually co back to life right now!
Seeing this, the crowd of players turned and ran; this boss had entered phase two!
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