This trap targeting Qing Chen had been personally designed by the president of the Phoenix Guild.
It had been tailor-made for Qing Chen.
This president was the commander of the 131st Division in the Group Army. Because of his exceptional talent, Duke of Phoenix had taken notice of him and promoted him to his side, placing him in charge of commanding the Phoenix Aerial Fortress.
He had suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle to encircle Qing Chen, damaging the Phoenix Guild's reputation. At the time, he had treated Multiverse Number 8 as a game and had not thought much of the Light of the White Race.
But this time, he had wagered his honor and personally created
a holographic sand table, painstakingly drawing up a battle plan.
The Phoenix Guild president had organized it as though he were commanding a small war in reality. He had set up scouts, main forces, vanguards, and support units. He had reorganized the players one by one and had even secretly reached an agreement with Pluto, getting Pluto to temporarily follow his command.
He was serious—more serious than ever before.
The four people Qing Chen had killed were bait, but they were far from the only bait. No matter which bait Qing Chen swallowed, he would face a devastating blow.
This was a true strategy of uniting all the dungeon players to take down a boss. Qing Chen was trapped within the Heaven and Earth Net, with nowhere to escape.
At that moment, Qing Chen had been shot in both arms, which hung limply at his sides.
Because he was running at high speed, his arms swung wildly back and forth
like two noodles.
There were bullet holes in his shoulders as well.
In a ranged battle, even if he got hold