Player Evil Forces

At the border between Liuli District and the Underworld.

The Ghost Overseer Commander coldly watched the Players in the distance taunting him in all manner of ways.

He did not understand why such strange creatures, claiming to be descendants of the King of Beiqi, had appeared in the Underworld's territory. What baffled him most was that many of them were familiar faces he had personally slain before.

Over this period, his camp had been harassed by this force hundreds of times.

Ever since that battle, these beings calling themselves Players had never fought them head-on. Instead, they formed small squads and continuously provoked them near the camp.

He had initially believed that after several bloody purges, these weak beings would become afraid. Yet the opposite happened—the harassment only intensified. This undoubtedly provoked the Ghost Overseer Commander, so this time, he had brought all his subordinates into the Underworld to see what was going on.

When the army crossed the border, the clear sky darkened. This made the Ghost Overseer Commander instinctively think of the king who had intimidated the land of Beiqi for tens of thousands of years, and his heart trembled.

"Kill them all!"

Suppressing his fear, the Ghost Overseer Commander raised his War Blade, pointed it at the distant Players, and spoke coldly.

Immediately, thousands of Ghost Cavalry began brandishing their weapons and charging toward the Players who were still taunting them.

"You really did it. Those traitors actually couldn't take it anymore and charged over!"

Glancing at Wu Guoyi beside her, who was also observing the situation, Ye Xue'er spoke with a surprised expression.

"Of course. Haven't you heard that experience beats youth? Keep drawing them deeper in. I've already had people spread the word on the forum. When the time comes, we'll have over a hundred thousand Players. What are we afraid of from these few thousand Ghost Tribe scum?" Wu Guoyi said smugly.

Lu Wu was also watching this Player-organized extermination battle.

Just three hours earlier, the three major alliances and countless small Player teams had reached a consensus on the forum, preparing to completely annihilate the Ghost Overseer Commander.

Moreover, the post about this operation had been pinned on the forum, drawing the attention of countless Players.

Perhaps even Wu Guoyi, the initiator, had not expected the plan to go so smoothly. The Ghost Overseer Commander had actually led his troops out to launch a suppression campaign against them.

The hundred-man teams sent to provoke them were quickly caught by the Ghost Overseer Commander's army and annihilated with barely any ability to resist.

Gazing toward the Underworld, where dark clouds churned overhead, the Ghost Overseer Commander swung his War Blade.

"Forward, toward the Underworld of Beiqi!"

Dust billowed as thousands of Giant Wolves carried Ghost soldiers toward the Underworld, now reduced to ruins.

Along the way, the Ghost Cavalry army continually encountered isolated Players. These Players were tragically cut down as well, making the Ghost Cavalry even more arrogant. They felt that no matter how many of these weak creatures there were, they were nothing but ants.

Yet when the Ghost Cavalry army reached the Underworld, the entire force was stunned.

All around the Underworld, as far as the eye could see, densely packed Players were staring at them.

"What are these things? Why are there so many?"

The Ghost Overseer Commander could be said to know this region well, but he had only been gone for a few months. Yet so many new creatures had appeared here that he could not understand it at all.

"Retreat!"

Faced with such an enormous crowd of Players, the Ghost Overseer Commander's scalp tingled. He had no intention of continuing the battle. Even if they could win, the cost would be immense.

However, how could the Players, who had prepared long ago, possibly let them leave so easily? Heads emerged one after another behind them, rapidly gathering into another wall of humanity that blocked their retreat.

The Players broadcast this scene live on the forum through their Virtual Helmets, allowing those Players who had sacrificed themselves for this to witness it as well. Countless people followed this Player counterattack.

Peppa_Boar: 666! We didn't die for nothing! Brothers, kill all those traitors! Let's go!

Invincible_Loneliness: A bounty of ten thousand for Players who slaughter those Ghost Overseer scum. Let's go!

Wooden Man: We've been holding this in for too many days. It's time for revenge. I won't ask for much—just win this for me!

Huge_Faced_Cat: Tremble beneath the encirclement of the Player Evil Forces, you foolish Ghost Tribe traitors!

Countless Players posted comments beneath the livestream, while the great battle was on the verge of erupting.

The Ghost Overseer Commander was truly shocked this time. Facing such a massive crowd of Players, he could only choose to retreat, yet he had not expected the rear to be blocked as well.

To carve out an escape route, the Ghost Overseer Commander waved his hand. The army immediately turned around and charged toward the Players behind them.

"Stop them! Kill them! Fill the gap with your lives! Crush them to death with our corpses!" a Player roared angrily.

The Player army moved at once. A vast mass of Players closed in from all directions, launching a charge against the Ghost Overseer Commander.

Although most Players were not high-level, and some would be wiped out in a single strike, their desire to fight only grew fiercer. Like madmen, they launched collective suicidal assaults, scattering the entire Ghost Cavalry formation within moments.

Fighting one against ten was not frightening. What was frightening was fighting one against dozens, or even hundreds.

The Players had no formations, no command, and no techniques. They simply charged recklessly, relying on their numerical advantage to launch wave after wave of endless attacks.

Ghost Tribe creatures might be bloodthirsty and cruel, but they also feared dying once more. Players, however, were the complete opposite.

For Players, death was as commonplace as eating and drinking. Other than the frustrating three-hour cooldown, they did not fear death in the slightest. They truly used their lives to fill the battlefield.

This scene also made the Players watching the livestream on the forum boil with excitement.

"Kick him in the crotch! Yes, yes, that's it! What a heavy hit!"

"Brother, to your left! Left! Damn it, you didn't listen to me! See? You died!"

"Left hook, right hook, straight punch, side kick! Damn it, brother, your fighting skills are way too terrible!"

"Brother, you're ruthless! You're even biting people! I salute you as a real man. I'll remember your ID—I definitely can't mess with you in the future."

A group of onlookers enthusiastically provided outside-the-field guidance for the battle.

Players who died and logged out continuously joined the spectators. Both inside and outside the game, everything was ablaze with excitement.

Unlike the Players, the Ghost Overseer Commander's face was grim. Every swing of his blade sent a group of Players falling, but there were simply too many Players—so many that even he found them incredibly troublesome.

At that moment, the Ghost Overseer Commander suddenly felt his mount shudder violently, nearly throwing him off. He immediately turned around and saw a figure holding a greatsword and viciously stabbing the Demonic Steed in the rear.

Off the field:

"HAHAHA, 666! A critical hit! Perfect score!"

"I remember this brother seems to be the leader of the Great Dragon Guild. His name is Chen Ziyu. Nicely done!"

"A Thousand Years of Pain performed with a greatsword... It looks like the power is a bit much. That's awesome!"

"Brother, you're truly talented! That definitely landed as a critical hit!"

Feeling the Demonic Steed trembling beneath him, the fury in the Ghost Overseer Commander's eyes seemed ready to erupt. He fiercely swung his War Blade backward, intending to kill Chen Ziyu.

At that moment, a figure rushed over from the side and shoved Chen Ziyu away, taking the fatal blow in his place.

"Boss, avenge me!" Before his screen went dark, the brother who had voluntarily taken the hit shouted at Chen Ziyu.