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The two players following Dai Wenqian did as he said, one putting the flashlight inside the gap, while the other aimed the camera to shoot through the crack. But the moment the phone touched the elevator door, an abrupt change occurred: a shadow, quick as lightning, flashed past the gap, followed by blood splattering out. The phone was sliced in two, and the player holding it had half their palm and head sheared off!
"Ah!!" Everyone scrambled backward, tumbling and crawling, with the nearest players promptly closing the elevator door.
There was no sound from the elevator shaft; the incident was so swift that the naked eye could barely catch it, but the body of their companion lay there, making the faces of Dai Wenqian and the others quite grim.
Less than ten hours into this instance, they had lost four players.
"That must have been a mutated animal just now," Zheng Liang said. "We need to think of another way; we can't keep letting the game lead us by the nose."
