The Thousand-Handed Butcher's armor mostly emitted a faint pink glow, the brilliance of Top Grade equipment! This pink was not the pink of a girl, but a unique kind, magnificent and grand.
In his hand, the Thousand-Handed Butcher held not a Great Sword but a Battle Axe, crimson with blood-like patterns covering it.
It was the Bloodthirsty Battle Axe, ranked third on the Treasure Leaderboard.
This fierce group was sprinting, and other players scattered like startled deer.
The group soon reached deep into the forest and the moment they were about to exit, the Thousand-Handed Butcher sharply raised his hand to signal everyone to stop.
The eight-hundred-person team halted instantly, perfectly synchronized, without any superfluous noise.
The Thousand-Handed Butcher had a bad premonition, feeling something dangerous was waiting for them ahead.
It wasn't just them who stopped; players who had rushed over earlier and those following later also came to a standstill.
