The players had been clearing out the fleeing Armed Assault Strikers and other Lung Leaf lesion monsters for less than ten minutes when shouting suddenly erupted near the Biological Beacon at the front.
The recently restored airflow stopped.
On the battlefield, the black-red, high-temperature pus that had been flowing deeper into the bronchus began to surge back. Monster corpses and player bodies along the way were swept around, and several players squatting on the ground to pick up equipment were scalded into howling.
"The blockage ahead sealed up again! All the mucus is rushing back!"
"Grab the equipment first! Don't let the beacon get submerged too!"
The high-temperature pus spread across the ground, releasing acrid black smoke whenever it touched shattered shells. Several players grabbed the equipment near the Biological Beacon and ran uphill, while others clung to their old corpses and refused to let go until teammates behind them kicked them aside.
Data Maniac looked toward the depths of the bronchus. Hundreds of kilometers away, the gap that had barely allowed a trickle of airflow through was closing, with orange-red firelight constantly seeping from within.
"The airflow has stopped completely. At this rate, the high-temperature pus will flood the beacon soon."
Tian Ce glanced at the beacon being approached by the high-temperature pus. If the beacon was destroyed, fallen players would have to queue hundreds of kilometers away to reconstruct their bodies. Without a resurrection point, the vanguard would not be able to hold this stretch of Main Bronchus they had just reclaimed.
"Move the equipment behind the beacon. Leave a group here to guard it. Everyone else, keep pushing forward!"
Some people were still mourning the lord shells they had just recovered, but upon hearing that, they hoisted the shells onto their shoulders and followed the army.
"Rest