Deep within the Right Lung Lobe Bronchus, the battle had already entered its seventh day.
The area around the forward [Biological Beacon] was covered in charred corpses, with countless pieces of equipment piled in the folds of tissue. Newly revived players opened their eyes beside the beacon, grabbed their weapons, and charged forward again.
Of the several hundred [Flame Poison Golems] that had crawled out from the depths seven days ago, only a little over sixty remained.
They had been forced to the end of the main bronchus, packed tightly together. Flames pouring from the cracks in their bodies merged into a blazing sea, filling dozens of kilometers with scorching firewaves. Restored airflow continued to pour in, only making the blaze grow fiercer.
Over the past seven days, the players had died more times than anyone could count.
Yet the [Biological Beacon] remained standing where it was.
"Last batch! Finish them and we're done!"
"I died twelve times in these seven days! I'm getting that experience back today!"
"Don't crowd the front line together! If you burn to death, the people behind will have to pick up your gear!"
Their shouts echoed down the bronchus.
[Tian Ce] stood in midair, his enormous [Mind Network] covering the battlefield. He could feel the excitement of millions of players, as well as the exhaustion the seven-person team had accumulated to its limit.
[Brute Force Yields Miracles] had only half of his Lava Shield left, while [Dragon Fighting in the Wild]'s giant axe was covered in huge chips. Cloud Pomelo's face was pale, and all ten fingers plucking the Starlight Harp had been rubbed bloody.
No one intended to stop.
"Attack from both sides at once and draw away the outermost golems!" Tian Ce ordered through the Mind Network. "You don't need to kill