"Thank you to the fans of 'Midnight Solitary Drunkenness' for your support, thank you, brothers!"
"It's over, it's really over."
Three guards self-destructed, and at that moment, only Brother Feng Xu, Brother Ji Yi, and their alternate accounts remained on the opposing platform.
However, the guards' self-destruction had no effect, as the attack from the Feixue Legion was too terrifying.
In the entire camp, there were more than nine hundred thousand spectators, and at this moment, nearly seven hundred thousand chose to throw props.
Everyone plays the game for fun.
Seeing that Li Changlin's defeat was imminent, everyone ruthlessly kicked him while he was down.
Since they were going to lose anyway, adding one more prop to their attack wouldn't make much difference—it was all about participation!
Many harbored malicious thoughts privately.
