Chapter 318: Poor Ghost King
The Ghost King was blocked by the players in a building in the city. Long Ao commanded the players and prepared to attack the building!
"Everyone, get in position! Listen to my orders and prepare to attack the building!"
"Ghosts, banshees...anything that can fly, surround the building!"
"The Undead Knights dismount and follow the Abomination as the front row into the building!"
"Forget about the giant skeleton soldiers. They are too tall. I won't play with you for now."
"We must kill the Ghost King today! Kill the BOSS!"
Long Ao had made all the arrangements and was about to attack the building to find the Ghost King when something strange happened.
“Hoo~! Hoo~!”
The sounds of countless ghost howls came from all directions of the city. A large number of ghost shadows and eerie ghostly aura appeared on the streets not far away. The gloomy and ghostly aura that made people's scalps numb gradually spread over.
The players looked back and saw countless ghosts quickly approaching the building on the dark street.
There are evil spirits, fierce ghosts, and sinister ghosts. At a glance, it is a dark mass filled with all kinds of ghosts.
It seemed as if all the remaining ghosts in the city came out from their hiding places and were about to collectively besiege the players.
At this moment, the ghost energy surged up.
Even the NPCs outside the city could see an extremely strong ghostly aura suddenly bursting out from somewhere in the city.
"There must be a large number of ghosts gathering here!"
Elder Qian's expression was very serious: "The battle must have reached its most intense moment!"
In the big city.
"Brother Long, there are so many ghosts!"
Wang Dali shouted: "This group of ghosts must be here to rescue me. They want to save the Ghost King!"
The ghost energy that seals the Ghost King is special. The ghost servants infected by the ghost energy are loyal to the Ghost King. As long as the sealed Ghost King is given enough time, this ghost alone is enough to become an entire ghost army, enough to destroy the entire True Spirit World.
But unfortunately, in front of the players, it no longer has this opportunity.
"It's amazing how many ghosts there are!"
Long Ao roared in the team battle channel: "We have a lot of ghosts too! Come on, brothers who are not dead, stab yourself quickly, we are about to start the decisive battle!"
"Ma Ke Si, you must gather more players in the city right now, and have the brothers in the second group come online to fight!"
"Today, I am determined to kill this ghost king!"
At Long Ao's command, the players huddled together. Their rich experience in team battles allowed them consciously form a distributed combat system.
In today's virtual age, even a gaming novice knows that in a team battle, one needs to confirm one's own team battle positioning in order to win the team battle.
Front row, output, and assistance, everything is available. No matter how many ghosts there are, they can only be experience babies.
Just as Xu Fan lamented, although the True Spirit World is a mid-level world, it can no longer stop the players.
Even a disaster that is powerful enough to threaten the entire world is nothing more than a leveling ground and a boss battle in the eyes of players.
As more and more players come online and commit suicide, the number of players who inherit the attributes is also increasing. Although facing countless ghosts, the players still have an absolute upper hand.
"kill!"
"For points, for experience!"
"Experience babies, daddy is coming!"
The whole street was in chaos, ghosts and undead were constantly fighting and entangled, the battle situation was very tense, the diffuse ghost energy and the strong breath of the undead mixed together, making the sky of the big city much darker.
Dark clouds as thick as ink had covered the sky above the city at some point in time. Faintly, the faces of countless evil spirits appeared and fell in the clouds, appearing and disappearing, and were extremely terrifying.
"hiss!"
Outside the city, Elder Qian couldn't help but take a deep breath, looking at the strange sight in the big city, muttering to himself: "This is terrible! Ten thousand ghosts have emerged! There are more ghosts in the big city!"
"What on earth is going on?"
Elder Qian was very worried, as he could never have imagined that this strange phenomenon of thousands of ghosts emerging from the earth was actually caused by the players turning into undead after their death.
The undead aura of the power of the god of death is much higher than the ghost energy level of the True Spirit World. Hundreds of thousands of players have turned into undead after death, and the undead aura emitted by everyone is terrifying.
At this time, in the big city.
Only half of the players need to stay to solve the problem of ghosts under the building. The remaining players are commanded by Long Ao and rush into the building in batches.
"Kill the Ghost King!"
The players shouted slogans, calling for finding the Ghost King and killing him in one go.
Shortly after the players rushed into the building, a window on the top floor of the building suddenly cracked, and a ghost figure flashed and disappeared into the chaos of ghosts on the street.
"The Ghost King ran away! He's not in the building anymore!"
A ghost player yelled.
Long Ao sneered continuously: "This ghost thing also knows how to be afraid, he can't run away! He must die today!"
The nearby streets had long been occupied by players, and there were also a large number of NPC sect monks guarding the outskirts of the city with all kinds of top-level ghost treasures. A net had been laid above and below the ground, so no matter how powerful the Ghost King was, he could not escape.
"Find it for me! It must be hiding among these ghosts!"
"Kill all the ghosts and you will find the Ghost King!"
Long Ao gave orders loudly. He felt that the Ghost King might not even be able to break through the players' encirclement.
After all, in order to catch the Ghost King, players redeemed many game props from the points mall, including props with effects such as locking aura, suppressing ghosts, etc.
Long Ao even personally exchanged a [Battlefield Scroll], locking the nearby area into a special independent space battlefield, prohibiting any living creature from entering or exiting.
No one can leave here unless the battlefield scroll expires.
Xu Fan, who was secretly observing the team battle from the side, felt that if he were the Ghost King, he would probably cry out loud.
This group of ruthless people used all kinds of means to kill the BOSS.
No one can stop the players' passion to fight in groups and kill BOSS.
The Ghost King might have tried to escape, but found himself unable to leave these streets. He was forced to fight to the death with the help of the only ghost left.
"Roar!"
A shocking ghost howl suddenly exploded among the ghosts, a strong and infinite ghost energy spread violently, and a huge ghost suddenly emerged from the ghost group.
It is dressed in ancient armor, has two heads and four eyes, a hideous face, pitch-black skin, and bloody claws.
This huge ghost is as tall as a building. Just standing in front of it will give players a strong shock.
"Ghost King!"
"It's indeed the Ghost King!"
Instead of being scared, the players were overjoyed.
"He's tall, that's amazing."
Long Ao sneered and shouted, "Brothers, it's time to witness the real technology!"
"Set up a team battle formation! Push up the front row!"
"Output, concentrate your firepower and use all your skills and damage on the Ghost King!"
"Assistant, pay attention to the front row!"
"Makris, you must take 100,000 people with you to clear out the other ghosts. Don't let the other ghosts interfere with other players in killing the BOSS!"
Long Ao made arrangements for the team battle in an orderly manner.
Although Brother Long is not a big fan of thinking, after so many team battle experiences, he knows that some team battle techniques don’t require much thinking and he makes arrangements based on conditioned reflexes.
Soon, the players began an orderly siege.
Some players cut up the battlefield, cleared out evil spirits and ghosts, and freed up the battlefield for the BOSS.
The other players formed a team battle formation, and some of them kept on dealing damage to the Ghost King. Damage words kept appearing above the Ghost King's head, and the Ghost King's health bar kept decreasing.
"Roar!"
The shrill and huge roaring ghost howls continued to sound. The Ghost King was resisting. He resisted angrily, but the players were as numerous as locusts, and their strength was generally strong. No matter how hard the Ghost King resisted, it was useless.
Even if the Ghost King is stronger than a single player , the players will never fight to the death with the Ghost King.
When the front-row players run out of health, they will retreat immediately, and new front-row players will take over and cooperate with the undead servants to restrict the actions of the Ghost King.
Players who are responsible for output use their skills desperately. Even if the damage is low, they can still kill the Ghost King by stacking it up.
The Ghost King could only watch helplessly as the number of evil spirits guarding him decreased, as well as his own soul becoming weaker and weaker, and his own ghost energy becoming thinner and thinner.
“Tsk.”
Xu Fan stood on the top of the building, shook his head and looked at the Ghost King: "How pitiful, how pitiful the Ghost King is."
