Ti is pressing, can't afford to delay, I'm waiting for you at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range to join the battle.
Before we personally end the Evil Boss, it must not die!
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This post ignited the forum's popularity.
In just a few minutes, the number of clicks soared past 50 million (including visitors).
The reply section refreshed wildly at a rate of thousands per second.
Comnts filled with anger, excitent, and passion erupted like magma.
On the trending list, other popular posts were instantly pushed down.
The topic tag "Defend Player Glory" spread like wildfire to the top of the hot search list, with discussions related to the entry exceeding a billion within 10 minutes.
In the ga, the Player Corps originally scattered at different space nodes, each fighting on their own, began to rapidly consolidate.
In the channels of major guilds, calls for "assembling at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range" rang out continuously.
Adventurer World.
On the third layer of the Blood Color Abyss dungeon, the Sunrise Blade guild was stuck at the final BOSS phase.
The voice of the group leader "Night Owl" constantly resounded in the team chat channel:
"Tank, prepare to activate the Unyielding Trait to disperse the DEBUFF. Magic System, follow the positioning of the assassin, or else your DKP will be deducted upon death..."
Before the words were finished, a teammate vacationing at the Colorful Mist Coast suddenly dropped a forum link into the guild channel:
"Boss, quickly look at the Divine King's post, the Earth Thought Evil Boss is probably finished."
Faced with the output plugin, the warband channel filled with output data instantly fell silent, as mbers, tense in battle, called up the forum interface to start checking.
Finally, it was the group leader Night Owl who first broke the silence:
"Brothers, haven't we been doing the adventurer dungeon for half a year just to accumulate enough sacrificial power to challenge the Earth Thought Evil Boss at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range? Can we endure this?"
In the next second, Night Owl roared aloud:
"Everyone return to Newbie Village for support! If the Evil Boss gets slaughtered by outsiders, wouldn't our early efforts be wasted?"
None of the 487 mbers of the dungeon assault team hesitated, all calling up their function panels to choose "Self-解".
Imperial Tomb Village, Alchemy Space.
The furnace flas illuminated Old Mo's face as he stared at the forum's top trending post, then turned around to take back a few potions from the Trading House:
"Defying the Heavens, when did the Monunt Abyss Clan get a say in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range?"
Then he roared in the guild chat channel:
"Brothers, gather up, take down the potions from the Trading House, drink up, and head to the battlefield."
Colorful Mist Coast, Bright Star Sea Area.
The fleet organized by the Black Flag Guild was conducting daily guerilla sneak attacks.
The fleet commander, "Pirate King," was intercepting a lone Mingwu Clan squad when he suddenly received a ssage.
After reading the content, he decisively roared aloud:
"Cease fire, everyone, all brothers, transfer to the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, coordinate 78, 43 to assemble!"
As soon as the words fell, over a hundred vehicle warships simultaneously changed direction, engines emitting blue-purple tail flas that pierced the night.
Only leaving behind not far away the mbers of the Mingwu Clan squad, who thought they would surely die.
The eager players in the fleet even contacted players already in the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, using the sacrificial power they just accumulated to buy "Location Transmission" from the Trading House, using trades to have them set a coordinate and then trade it back.
This thod directly reached the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range, fearing that the Earth Thought Evil Boss would fall and end it all.
Eternal Silence Ice Lake Region.
At a newly opened ice lake, Fishing Faction player "Hooked Old Man" was staring blankly at the water's surface.
A "Follow Push" suddenly popped up in his mind.
He didn't follow many players, just three: Dark Night Will Co, Super God Chick, and Divine King.
He imdiately called up the forum to check.
After squinting and reading the post, he suddenly stood up, his fishing rod quickly twisting and changing until it beca a dark red long sword, then chose to self-relocate to the village.
The ferntation of the Divine King's summons prompted countless players to swarm to the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range area.
In the players' eyes, the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range was their sacred battleground.
It was also the goal they strived to chase.
They would not allow the Earth Thought Evil Boss to go offline in this way.
The light representing players converged into a torrent at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
Originally planned guild team-building, dungeon pioneering, leisure vacations... all plans were completely erased.
Instead, it was: self-relocation on the spot, buying potions, calling friends... and that repeated low roar echoing in the voice channel:
"Brothers, the Earth Thought Evil Boss can die, but it must die at our hands, no one touches it before then!"
In front of the teleportation arrays at every space node, the crowd of players surged, lining up in long queues, all aiming for the sa battlefield.
Those who usually lived leisurely in casual gaplay also put away mining pickaxes, fishing gear, kitchen knives, and other tools, heading to the battlefield.
The Competition Faction players by the Colorful Mist Coast, under the Gold Coin Chamber of Comrce's call, were led by "Phase Kill" to form an advance team, racing towards the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
Even the Research Party players, after publishing detailed investigation information about the Monunt Abyss Clan and Civilization Army on the forum, followed to join the battle at the Emperor Tomb Mountain Range.
During warti, every player is a warrior.
The entire Player Faction's air was ignited, and they decided to prove it with action.
The conclusion of the Earth Thought Evil Boss would be written by them.
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South of the Sky Pool Node.
The charge of the player army stirred up colorful waves.
The charging torrent ford by the Damage Taker warriors constantly had players in the run activating the Wind-breaking Attribute, accelerating the nearby compatriots' running speed.
The final battle line beca a steel war chariot.
The mont they collided with the Civilization Formation, the sound of bones shattering burst like popcorn.
During this, players continuously turned into black fog in the collisions, their souls returning to Emperor Zhao.
But the warriors behind them passed through the dissipating black fog and kept charging, fearlessly launching wave after wave of suicide attacks.
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