In the first minute of the Yin-Yang Corpse Immortal's assault on the Shadow Prison Building, panic spread. The Floor Leaders hauled their strongest cannons onto the roof and fired into the sky, but the shots barely mattered. The waterfall of swords destroyed every shell before it got close.
In the second minute, the Shadow Prison Building players still burned with the will to resist. They guessed the Yin-Yang Corpse Immortal couldn't keep attacking forever.
In the third minute, both conventional and unconventional counterattacks proved useless. The Floor Leaders began to grow uneasy.
In the fourth minute, nearly half the players lost the will to live. The rest hoped the Shadow Prison Building would send them relief supplies.
"Don't panic! The Shadow Prison Building can't just fall like this!" Chen Bing stood on the roof, facing the heavens. His gaze seemed to pierce the waterfall of swords and meet the Yin-Yang Corpse Immortal's, which looked down on them like ants. "Even if the Yin-Yang Corpse Immortal breaks through the protective barrier, we'll still have a chance to turn this around!"
"Chen Bing, where does that confidence come from?" the Shadow Boss asked.
Chen Bing replied:
"Don't forget, when player numbers in a game plummet, the Shadow Prison Building sends down a miracle. An attack by a Blood Mist Creature should be no different!"
"Spread out across the floors and get ready to collect the Shadow Prison Building's airdrops!"
"Once we have divine artifacts in hand, we'll kill that monster on the spot and score a huge drop!"
"This isn't the end of the building. It's our chance to rise!"
"Can't you see? The Yin-Yang Corpse Immortal is here to deliver treasure!"
That speech won Chen Bing a great deal of prestige. Da Wu and Xiao Wu looked at him with open