Outside the entrance to the Labyrinth Area on the 27th Floor, the ground was completely covered in patches of Remaining Fire. Only two people remained: one stood in the midst of the Remaining Fire, mighty as a war god, while the other had collapsed outside the ring of flames, his teeth chattering nonstop as he looked at Luo Zhen with overwhelming terror.
That was genuine fear.
At that moment, the leader of the Fire Elves could not believe his eyes, yet he had no choice but to accept the reality before him. He had completely forgotten that this was merely a game world, as if he had encountered a terrifying killer in real life. The fear in his heart simply would not subside.
What else could he do?
From the moment Luo Zhen drew his holy sword and charged over to the moment forty-eight players besides himself were wiped out, leaving only him with a sliver of HP, how much time had passed?
It probably had not even been a minute, right?
In less than a minute, the elite players handpicked from several large strategy guilds had been unilaterally slaughtered. Forty-eight top players had been turned into Remaining Fire, with only him surviving by sheer luck. How could that situation not terrify him?
After all, the alliance of these guilds had been capable of tripping up the Red Wings, which proved that their strength was still quite impressive.
At the very least, every player in this joint force, formed by specially selecting various elites, had the ability to place in the top hundred at the All-Race Martial Arts Tournament. Some could even make the top fifty.
Yet such a group of players had been dealt with by a single enemy in less than a minute. How could the leader of