AWB Chapter 221 Crushing
Chapter 221 Crushing
The players stared at the corpses of the Elven race and the cat-eared girl on the ground, and at the white-haired old man's cold and disdainful gaze, their hearts filled with fear and despair.
They finally realized how ridiculous their previous thoughts had been.
They believed that with their numerical advantage and tacit cooperation, they could defeat the white-haired old man in the Nascent Soul stage and obtain a generous reward.
But now they realize that in the face of absolute power, all cooperation and numerical superiority are futile.
Before the white-haired old man, they were like ants; he could kill them with a single, casual move.
"Run! Run! We're no match for him!"
The bat-man was utterly terrified, losing all his previous greed and arrogance, and turned to run towards the entrance of the valley.
All he cares about now is survival; hidden quests, top-tier equipment, and experience points are no longer important to him.
Being alive is the most important thing!
"Trying to run away?"
The white-haired old man sneered, his eyes filled with disdain and murderous intent. "Since you're here, don't even think about leaving alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and instantly caught up with the Bat-Man.
The bat-man's expression changed drastically. He quickly spread his wings, trying to escape faster, while simultaneously releasing ultrasonic waves to try and distract the white-haired old man.
But all of this was in vain.
The white-haired old man casually waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy instantly struck the bat-man's wing, tearing it apart and gushing out blood.
"what!"
The bat-man let out a piercing scream and crashed heavily to the ground, unable to fly any longer.
The white-haired old man slowly walked up to the bat-man, looking down at him with cold eyes, showing no pity whatsoever.
"Spare me...spare me! Elder, spare me!"
The bat-man trembled with fear, kowtowing repeatedly, his face filled with terror and pleading. "I'll never do it again! I'll never steal from you again! Please spare my life!"
"A way out?"
The white-haired old man sneered, his tone full of mockery, "When you were robbing me, why didn't you think of leaving me a way out?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his longsword down without hesitation.
puff-
The longsword pierced the bat-man's head, and the bat-man instantly died, his eyes wide open, his face still showing an expression of fear and pleading.
Ding!
A system notification sounded: [Player Batman has died! Dropped equipment: Bat Claws (Rare)!]
Triple kill!
In just over ten seconds, the white-haired old man instantly killed three players!
The remaining robots, fishmen, and werewolves were ashen-faced, trembling all over, and had no courage left to run away.
They stood there, their eyes filled with fear and despair, looking at the white-haired old man as if he were a demon seeking their lives.
"Old...old man, don't come any closer!"
The werewolf, forcing himself to remain calm, brandished his giant axe, his voice trembling, "We...we'll fight you to the death!"
Although he said that, his body betrayed him by taking a few steps back, clearly indicating that he was filled with fear.
The white-haired old man sneered, his icy gaze sweeping over the werewolf, his tone full of disdain: "Fight? You think you can?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he flashed and instantly appeared in front of the werewolf.
The werewolf's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly swung his giant axe at the white-haired old man, using all his strength to try and block the old man's attack.
But his attacks seemed so pale and powerless in front of the white-haired old man.
The white-haired old man casually waved his hand, and a burst of spiritual energy instantly struck the werewolf's giant axe. The giant axe was instantly knocked away and crashed heavily to the ground with a loud bang.
At the same time, he reached out, grabbed the werewolf by the neck, and lifted the werewolf high in the air.
The werewolf's feet were off the ground, he was having difficulty breathing, his face was flushed red, and he was desperately trying to break free by gripping the white-haired old man's hands, but he had no strength at all.
"Spare...spare my life..."
The werewolf spoke weakly, his eyes filled with fear and pleading.
The white-haired old man's eyes were cold, devoid of any pity, and he gradually increased the force in his hands.
click-
A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed through the valley.
The werewolf's neck was snapped by the white-haired old man, and his body slumped down, his breath completely gone.
Ding!
A system notification sounded: [Player Werewolf has died! Dropped equipment: Great Axe (Rare)!]
Quadra kill!
Now, the player team is down to just the robot and the murloc.
The fishman trembled with fear, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with terror, too afraid to even lift his head.
The robot was in no better shape; its armor was covered in scratches, and its energy was almost depleted. A cold, electronic voice, filled with despair, announced: "Warning! Warning! The team has suffered heavy casualties! No longer capable of combat! We recommend abandoning the mission immediately!"
He knew he was no match for the white-haired old man, and staying would only lead to his death.
But now, he doesn't even have the courage to run away.
The white-haired old man was incredibly fast; no matter how fast he ran, he could be caught up by the old man in an instant.
The white-haired old man slowly walked up to the merman, looking down at him with icy eyes and a tone full of disdain: "Just now, was it you who ambushed my disciple?"
The merman was so frightened that he kowtowed repeatedly, blood streaming from his forehead, his voice trembling: "No...it wasn't me, Elder, it wasn't me, it was him, it was the werewolf, he attacked us!"
At this moment, all he wanted was to shift all the blame onto others and save his own life.
The white-haired old man sneered, his eyes full of mockery: "Even now, you still dare to argue?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he thrust his longsword down without hesitation, piercing the fishman's chest.
The merman let out a piercing scream, his body went limp and he died instantly.
Ding!
A system notification sounded: [Player Murloc has died! Dropped equipment: Assassin's Dagger (Rare)!]
Pentakill!
In just half a minute, the white-haired old man single-handedly killed five players!
The entire player squad, except for the robot, was wiped out!
Silence returned to the valley, broken only by the faint sound of the robot's energy operation and the cold breathing of the white-haired old man.
On the ground lay the corpses of five players, along with their dropped equipment. Blood stained the ground, creating a gruesome scene.
The Golden Core disciples of the Qingyun Sect, kneeling on the ground, looked at the scene before them with awe and fear on their faces.
They already knew that the elder was very powerful, but they never expected that the elder's strength would be this great!
One move to kill a player, five kills in half a minute, this is simply overwhelming strength!
The robot stood rooted to the spot, its armor trembling slightly. A cold, electronic voice, filled with despair, uttered: "It's over...it's all over..."
He knew that he would be next.
The white-haired old man slowly turned around, his eyes coldly fixed on the robot, his tone full of disdain: "The last one, it's your turn."
The robot's face turned deathly pale. Without the slightest hesitation, it turned and ran towards the entrance of the valley, using all its energy to try and escape.
He knew he couldn't escape, but he still wanted to try, even if there was only a sliver of hope, he didn't want to give up.
"Trying to run? Too late!"
The white-haired old man sneered, his figure flashed, and he instantly caught up with the robot, stabbing down fiercely with the long sword in his hand.
boom!
The longsword slammed into the robot's armor with a loud bang, instantly shattering the armor and sending fragments flying everywhere.
The robot was thrown heavily to the ground by the immense force, its body covered in injuries, its energy completely depleted, and it could no longer move.
His core components had been completely destroyed, leaving him lying on the ground, helplessly watching the white-haired old man walk towards him step by step.
"Spare...spare my life..."
The robot's voice became very weak, filled with despair.
The white-haired old man sneered, his eyes icy, and thrust his long sword down again.
puff-
The longsword pierced the robot's core component, and the robot's body instantly stopped functioning, its eyes losing all light.
Ding!
A system notification sounded: [Player's robot has died! Dropped equipment: Laser Gun (Rare)!]
Six kills!
In less than a minute, the entire player team was wiped out by the white-haired old man, one move at a time!
Crush them!
Absolute crushing victory!
Without any suspense or room for resistance, the players were like ants before the white-haired old man, completely at his mercy.
The white-haired old man sheathed his longsword, dusted himself off, and coldly swept his gaze over the corpses and equipment on the ground. His face was expressionless, as if he had just killed not six players, but six ants.