Who Gave You the Nerve, Apocalypse?

The thought of losing a main city left Angeles in turmoil.

He had the SSS-Tier talent he had stolen. Even if monsters' stats rose by a hundred percent, let alone ten percent, it would not stop him from leveling up.

Ordinary players, though, could not take a hit like that.

Public outrage would erupt, and even if Angeles reached max level, he would never silence the complaints.

Angeles said at once, "Night Roaming God, aren't you afraid this will trigger a full-scale National War? If our North America Region advances on every front, your Yan Country Cross-Region won't come out unscathed either! I suggest you think this through. We can all pretend nothing happened."

Qin Chuan sneered. "Pretend nothing happened? Why don't you ask the players in Skyreach Harbor if they agree?"

Angeles's voice hardened. "Night Roaming God, do you really want us both to go down? That won't do anyone any good!"

"Both go down?" Qin Chuan looked utterly calm. "I'm afraid you're not qualified to say that."

Before Angeles could spout any more nonsense, Qin Chuan unleashed Corrosive Rain. Its forty strikes instantly killed just as many players, and then Poison Blood Plague took effect. In the blink of an eye, over a thousand players were sent to the Respawn Point. And that was only the beginning.

As Poison Blood Plague split and spread further, North American players began dying at an exponential rate. Even the NPCs in the main city could not escape. Every last one of them died.

In just a few seconds, the once-bustling main city emptied out. More than fifty thousand players were sent to the Respawn Point.

Hundreds of thousands of Merit Points were his in the blink of an eye. Qin Chuan nodded in satisfaction.

He could trade them for more equipment