Moreover, the poison circle in the 8th Multidinsional World is shrinking continuously, which ans everyone has no choice but to kill each other.
In the end, everyone will be gathered in the center of the Red River Valley for the final battle.
Qing Chen must gain the ability to protect himself before the poison circle shrinks, or it would be a pity if he were killed and had his account deleted after all his hard work leveling up.
He endured the pain as he picked up the cash dropped by the opponent and climbed back to the treetop.
Although he was injured, he didn’t rashly take the ointnt from the box, as he feared the box would disappear once he took the ointnt.
Qing Chen intended to make use of this bait to the fullest.
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In the main world, Black Spider was staring at the information on the LCD panel.
The state of the 8th Multidinsional World had already begun to change: 9931/10000 players remaining.
This ans that from the start of the ga’s chanism to now, 30 minutes later, 69 people had already died.
It’s just the beginning, and the players outside the Multidinsional World could already imagine how cruel and intense it would beco inside.
"Will it co down to the last person standing to clear it?" soone asked.
Black Spider frowned: "What we can confirm now is that a clearance record for the 8th Multidinsional World will definitely be set."
With ten thousand people fighting until the end, the victor naturally becos the one who clears it; there’s no suspense about that.
No one knows what this new profession will be, or what impact it will have on the Superconductor World.
Fortunately, the number of people clearing this kind of instance will be extrely small, and it’s difficult to replicate.
For example, the four major guilds can’t possibly hire ten thousand people to go in, with account deletion as the price, just for sparring.
The cost to clear this instance is too high.
Of course, in the Superconductor World, there’s no difficulty without reason, and such a difficult instance is bound to accompany an extrely powerful profession.
"By the way, what’s up with the White Light Person, hasn’t he made a move yet... Holy shit! He moved!" soone said.
Black Spider looked down and saw that the information on the White Light Person had also changed: 11 kills in the 8th Multidinsional World.
Everyone was shocked. Only 69 people have died in total in the 8th Multidinsional World, and you alone have killed 11?
What kind of monster are you?!
And the most critical point is that this White Light Person is an F-Class novice account, so how can he kill so many people?
Just as they thought of this, the kill count for the White Light Person jumped to 12.
Black Spider seed to realize sothing: "Sothing’s wrong, there’s sothing off with the 8th Multidinsional World, quickly ask if we have any companions who died and ca out, and find out what’s going on inside."
More than ten minutes later, soone logged off and then logged back on: "One of our guild mbers was killed by a Black Water Guild A-Class Druid. The scope of this Multidinsional World is slowly shrinking, everyone is gradually becoming familiar with the rules, and so have gone on killing sprees. Players inside speculate that killing gives experience!"
"This is bad," Black Spider frowned.
She originally saw that the White Light Person was still at a low level and wanted to recruit him before he grew more powerful.
But now, she suddenly had a bad premonition that perhaps when this White Light Person cos out of the instance, he will have transford into a monster-like existence.
"Guild leader, can the White Light Person survive and co out?" soone asked, "There are a thousand people in there fighting. Even if he kills efficiently, he still has to level up from F-Class slowly. But in the 8th Multidinsional World, there’s an S-Class Battle Master, surely he’d be dood if they et."
Black Spider shook her head and said nothing. She just had a feeling that he would make it out alive, though she couldn’t explain why she felt this way.
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