Token

Chapter 920: Token

Inside a Core Control Room filled with black metal hoses.

The hoses formed the floors and walls, embedded with precision instruments and neural cables connected to every region of the divine capital.

The chief referee responsible for supervising and controlling this Ascension Competition had also buried his body among the cables, overseeing the entire competition.

Suddenly, the chief referee's body trembled.

The pinky finger on his left hand fell to the ground without warning.

"Hmm? Incredible! These slaves actually possess such 'quality.' If they can be properly cultivated, perhaps they could..."

At that thought, a bizarre smile appeared beneath his golden mask.

Face fear head-on.

Han Dong transformed into one of the dead in the desert.

He merged the resentful wills of a thousand lower-class slaves into his scythe, slashing into the target's spine and pinning it to the ground.

Using extraordinary methods, his teammates suppressed the fear in their hearts and launched all manner of attacks at the monster pinned to the ground, primarily aiming to sever its fingers.

They wore down all of the target's stamina in this manner, until it no longer made that grating scratching sound against the floor.

Once the scythe's "Death Sandification" effect exceeded the monster's regenerative rate.

The will of death successfully spread throughout the monster's body, completely turning it to sand... At that moment, Han Dong resembled the avatar of death, reaping the souls of the dead in the desert.

The screaming finger woman was ultimately turned into a dried corpse.

When Han Dong pulled out his scythe, the dried corpse crumbled into a pile of sand.

However, something seemed to have fallen amid the sand.

"Good work, everyone... Mia, you did great!"

Han Dong deliberately gave Mia, who was leaning against the wall, a thumbs-up.

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