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216 Sacrifice

Tens of thousands of players sacrificed together.

Even the ones with the worst health bars suddenly lost more than half, faces turning pale, bodies feeling weak.

For the serious cases, they lost several levels too, and what's more, they collapsed to the ground, unable to even stand, needing at least a dozen days to recover.

There were even a few players in reality who were simple-minded, pure in thoughts, easily focused, having astonishing results with the Visualization Image, truly gifted.

At this moment, they were directly absorbed to the point of disconnecting.

Forced to log off in reality, unable to log back in for a while.

Even in reality, they had to endure a period of weakness.

Even so, Small Knife set a limit on the sacrifice, otherwise, it would affect their physical condition in reality.

However, at this moment, these three players who were disconnected immediately became the envy and jealousy of others.

Just from this one contribution, based on the mission rewards, they earned a significant amount, driving others to jealousy.

And those who couldn't stand up were envied by the majority who only had decreased health bars and were merely in a weak status.

Regretting they didn't work hard enough on the visualization.

With the sacrifice of tens of thousands of players, dense orbs of light formed on the altar, rapidly taking the shape of a water-blue sword.

If it was just an entity, that's fine, but what's the meaning of being over ten meters long?

Whoosh!

Before seeing clearly, the flying sword shot off at supersonic speed.

In an instant, the enormous Blood Tyrant Dragon's brow was pierced through.

A hole over ten meters, half of its head was gone.

Cheers erupted immediately.

So cool.

"The scene is impressive, but it's useless, that's a blood shadow, it should attack players instead." On this side, on the small boat, the most brilliant one is Young Master Dai remarked emotionally.

Because he saw, the surrounding mist rapidly condensing towards the giant one-horned python, replenishing the missing parts.

Then he waved, "Everyone, prepare."

But then he froze.

Because the flying sword that pierced through the Blood Tyrant Dragon's brow blood shadow didn't disappear and made a turn, coming back again.

Pierced through once more.

The speed was still incredibly fast, then shuttled back and forth rapidly.

The speed was too fast.

Mixing the enormous Blood Tyrant Dragon's shadow into a mass of blood mist.

Moreover, this blood mist was clearly less.

Though Small Knife couldn't see clearly through the Celestial Net, he could see the level.

The levels of those inside were decreasing more or less.

This makes sense, apparently, Little Cultivator's experience wasn't wrong.

This Blood Tyrant Dragon is both the strongest and the weakest, rather attacking the players inside, being trapped within this gray mist area, this ten-meter flying sword might get eroded away.

Because this flying sword was born of sacrifice and inherently couldn't exist for long.

And because the target was an apparition, the attack didn't immediately deplete the flying sword's Power.

But with each attack, which ordinary people couldn't see, Small Knife could see the flying sword shrink slightly.

Likewise, the blood mist twisted, trying to recover like a living creature.

Under the Celestial Net's coverage, the level could be seen dropping rapidly.

The surrounding gray mist was also being drawn in, replenishing within it, restoring its strength.

In a normal battle, this Blood Tyrant Dragon was nearly immortal, suffering little loss from attacks.

Small Knife estimated unless there were over a dozen high-level Qi Cultivation experts, it wasn't possible to gradually grind it down.

So this method isn't weak.

Unfortunately, now!

At this time, the flying sword had shrunk to half its size, its power reduced to one-third.

And under the flying sword's rapid back-and-forth attacks, the blood mist twisted, unable to fully condense.

The gray mist was also mostly consumed, gradually allowing everyone to see the enemy within the gray mist.

The status seemed not quite right.

Too fast.

Before everyone figured out what was going on, the water-blue flying sword had already shrunk with each attack, ultimately vanishing into nothing.

"Prepare!" Finally, the most brilliant one is Young Master Dai waited for the opportunity.

Because the sparse blood mist remaining was still twisting, not yet dead.

It was still absorbing the surrounding gray fog.

As if it were immortal.

The indication was more gray fog being drawn in.

But!

Wow, wow, mouthfuls of blood spewed out, the players below collapsing one by one.

Directly disconnecting.

Not just them, even those Violent Dragon Beasts' bodies shriveled, like mummies afloat on the water, uncertain if dead or alive.

They were absorbed like this, the blood dragon beast phantom above finally re-formed.

Apparently no one directing it, it didn't have the intent to attack but continued absorbing the surrounding gray mist, upgrading its level.

Seeing this, Xiaodao Le, who was preparing for the enemy's final attack defense, laughed.

Because of his authorization, he saw, absorbing like this, many players and Sea Tyrant Dragons started to die.

The Holy Sanctuary's Vice President gazed leisurely this way at Small Knife, who had a bad premonition.

Indeed, that guy's mouth curled into a cold smile, suddenly slapping the insect shell talisman in front.

Unexpectedly, cracks appeared on the insect shell, yet its level instantly rose.

Instantly all breathing remnants, whether humans or beasts, were devoid of any breath, bodies shriveled up.

However, large amounts of gray mist emerged from their corpses, madly pouring into the monster above.

Including the Vice President, who raised a middle finger at Small Knife before dying.

"Defense!" Small Knife directly ordered.

Simultaneously issuing commands.

Immediately, ten small flying ships moved forward.

The most brilliant one is Young Master Dai's ship didn't receive orders because they only controlled the Contemplation Method of Attack, thus controlling the timing of the attack themselves.