A porcupine nearly three meters tall.
Godly Game had even thoughtfully displayed its level and HP directly above its head.
It was a level 15 elite porcupine.
In this level 1 state, she had to kill it within five minutes using only a wooden stick...
A sound rose behind the porcupine, and a level 2 piglet crawled out from behind its thick hind legs.
Great! So this was the extra 10% of beasts released after getting a ready hand!
The beasts released into the various corridors were all the same level. Godly Game was usually quite fair.
The four youngsters did not waste time gasping, complaining, or making pointless remarks. They almost simultaneously gripped their weapons and charged at their respective targets.
In a battle with such utterly unequal levels and attributes, they could not afford even a single mistake.
Yet in the four corridors, the four youngsters' charging footsteps did not pause in the slightest.
Why didn't they wait outside the game house and, as Fat Goose had suggested, simply outlast Zai Jiu Xunge?
As long as they did nothing, drew no tiles, and no Zeland player sat at the table, Zai Jiu Xunge would be unable to enter the final stage.
They only needed to quietly wait for Tian Huhaoqi to fall into another player's hands.
Why did none of them choose such a simple path? Why was even the most cunning and smooth-talking Withercover unwilling to do so?
They would rather ambush and kill Zai Jiu Xunge during breaks between games, then rush off to play games and earn Tomb of the World afterward.
They kept hurrying from one thing to the next, looking utterly bedraggled.
Why did they do this?
The answer was so simple that even they found it helplessly absurd—because of a strong person's