[You have died, game over]
"..." The system prompt that popped up in his field of vision gave Li Muyang a headache.
"Damn it, lost again."
Inside the quiet room, he stood up dejectedly and rubbed his temples.
The power of the Evil God was indeed formidable, but fifty-one skills were a bit too flashy.
Although each skill was powerful, stringing these skills together to execute the proper combination attacks was still causing Li Muyang to occasionally fumble.
And those three mysterious assailants were mighty, with their numerical advantage.
Once they caught their breath and became familiar with Li Muyang's skills, they could quickly defeat the dauntless Li Muyang.
Li Muyang had been stuck at this level for three full days, dying seven times, and the most glorious battle outcome was only managing to sever one assailant's arm before being jointly blasted to death by the three of them.
Constantly losing, Li Muyang's mentality was nearly collapsing towards the end.
