Within the New Year Dreamscape, Zhao Fu was pondering ways to obtain large amounts of New Year Points when an intense pain suddenly exploded in his head. It was a sharp, piercing agony, as though something had burrowed into his brain.
The excruciating pain was more than even Zhao Fu could endure. He collapsed limply to the ground, letting out agonized groans.
Seeing such an enormous Year Beast collapse in pain, the other Year Beasts rushed over one after another, drawing quite a few Level Two and Level Three Year Beasts as well.
It was obvious that Zhao Fu had lost his ability to fight, and given his enormous body, killing him would yield a massive amount of New Year Points. Men died for wealth, so countless Year Beasts swarmed toward him.
Yet none dared to make the first move. A starving camel was still bigger than a horse; he was a Level Four Year Beast, the highest-tier existence in the New Year Dreamscape. They feared Zhao Fu might be faking it. After all, they were all fine, so why was Zhao Fu in such agony?
But were they really supposed to just stare at such a huge slab of fat? The Year Beasts hesitated, but then a small Year Beast shot forward, slapped Zhao Fu on the rear, and immediately darted away.
A great number of bubbles surged from Zhao Fu's body and entered the small Year Beast's body. In an instant, its body doubled in size, becoming a Level Two Year Beast.
At this sight, countless Year Beasts' eyes reddened. They had confirmed that Zhao Fu had no combat strength left. Indeed, Zhao Fu's head hurt so badly that he had no strength to care about anything else.
As countless Year Beasts flooded toward Zhao Fu like a