CHAPTER 521: CHAPTER 174: PLAYER DIVERSION, LORD EMERGES

Should we attempt to push the BOSS? Through a vote, the Divine King made the decision and was the first to cast an approval vote.

Soon, the voting results were announced.

The final decision was to gamble with the lives of all the Shuyan Warriors for a chance at victory.

Quickly, the major guilds began contacting their members, including those strong player squads, recruiting them to participate in this BOSS-pushing operation.

The Shuyan Warriors stationed in the Imperial Tomb Village were also swiftly taken to the assembly point.

By evening, the sun gradually withdrew its dazzling light, painting the sky with a brilliant orange-red hue.

The clouds layered across the sky, reflecting the afterglow and shifting into various marvelous shapes.

"Depart!"

With the Divine King’s command, the player team advanced towards the location of the Sixth Generation Primordial Monster.

Half an hour later, a giant body as grandiose as a mountain appeared in the field of vision of the Warband players.

Seeing it with their own eyes was an entirely different experience compared to just looking at screenshots.

The Lord’s body, towering over a hundred meters, brought an intense visual shock to the players.

It was like a colossal statue lying across the earth, with bulging muscles, each one as enormous as a massive rock, filled with an overwhelming sense of strength.

The muscular lines of its sturdy arms snaked like pythons, undulating with movement, and its broad back muscles rose like a continuous mountain range, supporting its massive body, appearing indestructible, while the leg muscles were as thick as stone pillars.

A wild and fierce aura swept over them.

The voice channels of the squads within the Warband instantly erupted in excitement.

The Divine King had already introduced that they would be facing a level 129 Sixth Generation Primordial Monster, but the visual impact of seeing it firsthand was exceptionally strong.

It even made many players feel incredibly small.

Yet, there was not a hint of fear in the players’ hearts; despite the shock, they showed no mercy as the time came to strike.

At this point, the Divine King issued an attack order.

"Everyone spread out, maintain as much distance as possible, and attack freely!"

Countless players dispersed like a tide, spreading out to minimize casualties in one wave.

Skills released by magic players soared like brilliant fireworks, falling straight towards the Lord.

Only the stone-statue ghost players in the entire Warband did not deploy their abilities.

Facing a BOSS of far superior strength, the charge of the damage-absorbing Stone Statue Flow became meaningless. All they could do was spread out and occupy a targeted position to absorb an attack, trying to slow down their side’s loss.

As one Stone Statue Stream player jokingly said in a voice channel: "I’m just cannon fodder now."

Facing the players’ fierce assault, the Lord, with eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

Its stern face seemed extremely dignified, with a pair of enormous eyes like burning blue flames, exuding endless ferocity.

Enduring round after round of attacks from the magic players, small flames constantly erupted on its body, yet it remained unscathed.

The players’ attacks at this moment were like flies biting, not moving it in the slightest, it still stood majestically.

At this moment, the Lord’s brows slightly furrowed, as if showing impatience.

It slightly opened its mouth, and instantly the surrounding air was violently stirred, forming a massive vortex, surging like seawater pouring backward, dragging sand and dust from the ground with a powerful suction to rapidly converge into the Lord’s mouth.

Its chest was like a bottomless black hole, continuously absorbing everything around it.

Roar!

Accompanied by a deafening roar, the sound spread to the players like an invisible shock wave, like an ocean wave.

Instantly, sand flew and stones rolled, the wind howled.

It was as if tens of thousands of giant beasts roared in unison, making nearby players’ ears ache, and those closer were sent to respawn before they could even shout "what the heck."

Seeing just one wave of attacks decimate hundreds of players, the Divine King decisively ordered a retreat.

Simultaneously, the Warband players were instructed to continue spreading out, maintaining space between them, while magic players continued to attack and stack the Withering attribute.

Shuyan Warriors also attacked at this point, surrounding the Lord from different directions.

The Shuyan Warriors in the front line were slapped away by the Lord with one swipe, swiftly entering a critical injury state.

Faced with the players’ incessant harassment, the Lord clearly became enraged.

It slowly raised its arm, its thick arm like a pillar supporting the sky, slightly shaking the air around it.

With a powerful swing of its large hand, an enormous wave of strength swept out like a raging tide, breaking the sound barrier and sending players flying out of control like kites with broken strings, sliced by the fierce Wind Blade and dying in mid-air.

The right leg, always braced on the ground, suddenly lifted and smashed forward, causing the ground to rumble dully. The right leg penetrated the earth, with cracks spreading like a spider web from the landing point in the players’ direction.

It seemed it would shatter the earth, launching a tremor that shook the ground and sky, causing many magic players to stumble.

The ensuing shock waves wiped out groups of players.

Only the Shuyan Warriors at this point could withstand the energy shock waves released by the Lord’s every gesture, but when facing the Lord directly, the Shuyan Warriors still appeared exceedingly struggling.

Despite the players’ relentless harassment, it was clear that the Lord’s rage was rising.

In its enraged state, the flames in its eyes burned fiercely, with a gaze sharp as a blade, exuding a palpable sense of death.

During this period, the captain’s chat channel echoed with repeated exclamations:

"What the heck, Divine King, is this really something we can handle?"

"What is this thing? The output intensity is way too unreasonable; we’ll need a Champion Fighter to subdue it."

"I’ve stacked Withering up to 29 layers, and its health is declining too slowly. With other magic players stacking, it might be tens of thousands of layers; how many does it take to drop its health significantly? I’m afraid we can’t last much longer."

The Lord’s performance in the initial confrontation left players in despair, realizing that despite their output having some effect, the Lord’s random output could banish them all to the respawn point.

The significant power gap couldn’t be bridged through sheer numbers.

But the Divine King did not give up and continued adjusting player positions after activating Brain Overclocking, trying to use Withering as a Boss Pushing Divine Skill to gradually wear down the Lord.

Just as the players were nearing losing half their numbers, the distant surging Black Tide suddenly swept in.

As players wondered if the Earth Thought Bully was going to seize this chance to stir trouble, they saw Black Tide Energy rapidly surge in the advancing flow, forming a giant black hand flipping off in the air, moving in the players’ line of sight towards the distance.

"Damn, you evil boss!"

Seeing this, players in the Warband exploded into profanity in the chat channel.

Just as the players were about to refocus on the Lord to resume the fight, the Black Tide suddenly retreated.

The raised middle finger collapsed, while the black energy gathered into an upside-down thumbs-up, drifting back and forth at the edge of players’ vision.

Faced with the Earth Thought Bully’s external interference, players were on the verge of spitting blood in frustration.

"Beast!"

Witnessing this, even the Divine King couldn’t help but curse in the Warband channel.