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Retreat, they had to retreat!
The level 20 Black Player immediately had that thought when he saw the Hellhounds charging at him.
After all, for him, staying alive was better than being killed for no reason.
But this Black Player had also become game-characterized.
Though he wanted to retreat, his body showed no intention of doing so. Instead, he charged straight at the Hellhounds, clearly intending to kill them.
The Hellhounds had truly never encountered anyone so stubbornly reckless.
However, they reacted quickly. The moment the Black Player charged over, they pounced, every canine head biting toward his vital points.
This Black Player had only reached level 20 in his own game, and once he left it, his level and strength had been steadily declining.
By now, he was weaker than even Gu Xi's ordinary soldiers.
Bitten from above and below by so many Hellhounds, his body was torn apart on the spot.
One Hellhound even tore out his organs and ran off while dragging his heart behind it.
The Black Player still wanted to snatch his heart back, but the moment he reached out, a Hellhound bit off his hand and dragged it away in another direction.
The Black Player wanted to reclaim his hand as well, but before he could get up, several Hellhounds pounced on him and pinned him down, tearing the flesh from his body into strips.
As the Black Player was bitten to death by the Hellhounds, the gap before them visibly widened, and vast amounts of even more chaotic energy began pouring into the passage.
The Hellhounds were not fools like the Black Player. Seeing that things had gone wrong, they immediately darted out through the gap.
At that moment, the president of the Black