Resurrection Match 32

It was the eighth day of the game.

The first thing Ye Zhao did after waking up was to allocate her Creation Points: 10+ went into Constitution, and the rest were saved for emergencies.

Ever since she encountered that damned Big-Eyed Monster, she felt anxious whenever her Creation Points dropped below ten thousand.

[Name: Ye Zhao]

[Constitution: 990 (No equipment effects)]

[Strength: 500 (No equipment effects)]

[Speed: 500 (No equipment effects)]

[Note: Player's base attributes are not included in the statistics.]

[Creation Points: 13359.]

[Experience: 32%]

Not bad, not bad at all. Having over ten thousand Creation Points gave her a massive sense of security.

Next was the time to use her Prophet Skill. She had been observing that old tree for the past few days, but its condition was worsening. Based on the current situation, the tree's ultimate fate would be to rot into a puddle of pus.

Most importantly, she had an inexplicable feeling that if this old tree were gone, this world would be pretty much finished too.

...I wonder if the Healing ability could cure this tree? What about the Wood Ability?

Forget it, why think so much? She didn't have any abilities, and it was impossible to use an Ability Book right now. Her goal was to become the flashiest, coolest all-element ability user!

The ninth day of the game arrived, and the temperature plummeted to minus two hundred and fifty degrees.

Lao Zhou and his group were already on the verge of collapse. Even staying by the fire at all times couldn't block out the chill that seemed to pierce their very souls. Even on the second floor, where the fire was roaring, people began to pass away in their sleep, never to wake up again...

Fewer and fewer people were able to go