"Holy shit! What the hell is this, a nightmare coming true?"
Wumeioge, who had just managed to climb out of the collapsed Blood Eagle Corridor, now looked ragged, as if he were on the brink of death.
His four loyal confidants and his cousin Little Hand had all died in the battle. The shameful truth was that four out of the five were killed by his own hands when they lost control in the SC, yet he didn't get the chance to catch his breath before another disaster met his eyes. He remained frozen on the spot, then let out a classic player-style scream.
However, there was no one left to echo his shock.
Of the 60 players who had entered the corridor, he was the only one left. Such a disastrous scene could not be described...
"Damn it! The sky is broken again?"
Another shocked voice made him turn around to see Precipitated Niu Niu, covered in mud and carrying the exhausted Invincible Tyrannosaurus Truck, climbing up from the ruined spiral staircase.
Well then.
