Wasting God's Bounty

While Shi Feng and Jue Tian were fighting over their wager, Stream Town was also swept up in a bloody storm.

The more than a thousand red-named players had already been scattered and sent fleeing by forty Tier 1 NPC guards and Zero Wing's hundred-man group. Fewer than two hundred remained, stripped of all their former arrogance.

They had once taken great pleasure in ambushing players and making equipment drop, earning quite a fortune from it.

In particular, seeing the terror and resentment on those players' faces had thrilled them beyond words. They had become addicted to it, venturing farther and farther down the path of becoming red-named players.

However, these red-named players were now thoroughly experiencing what it meant to be part of a disadvantaged group.

Although many of them were experts and elite players, superior skill could not make up for such an enormous gap. No matter how nimble an ant was, it could never contend with a lion.

"Since Zero Wing won't let us live anyway, we might as well fight them to the death!" Knowing he could not escape, a Cursemancer turned around and called out to the others.

Some of the red-named players felt that he had a point and wanted to work together against Zero Wing, but the moment they turned around—

A Tier 1 Elementalist guard fired a Flame Blast at them, instantly killing the shouting Cursemancer.

Immediately afterward, a Tier 1 Berserker guard used Flame Charge to arrive before four red-named players, then unleashed Whirlwind. The four red-named players were killed as well, dropping equipment all over the ground.

The red-named players who had intended to stay and fight immediately changed their minds, turning and charging straight toward the Blood Hand Society's NPCs.

Shi Feng's Tier 1 NPC guards moved far too