A match of ten thousand players.
As the teleportation effect faded, Lu Xiu vanished from Elvengard.
Perhaps Lu Xiu had simply left too deep an impression on everyone.
Elvengard should have become a meat grinder, but despite the number of players there, everyone forgot to fight for a moment—
Even after Lu Xiu left, no one made a move.
After watching Lu Xiu fight, many of them were still trying to process what they had seen. They also figured they would look downright ugly by comparison if they fought, so why bother?
The whole of Elvengard became strangely peaceful.
By contrast—
Elvengard in the two-thousand-player match was another story.
It had become a living hell.
Boom!
No one knew who struck first.
It was probably someone from Zhao Qingdai's camp. In any case, the first skill unleashed snapped every player's nerves taut.
And the first to die—
Was the poor fool who had just obtained a Class Scroll and come out laughing like the Chancellor.
Zhao Qingdai wasn't the one who killed him.
Plenty of ordinary players wanted to get the Class Scroll in his bag, too.
Many didn't know about the scroll, but he had started laughing the moment he came out of the Dungeon. What if he dropped something good?
Once that thought took hold—
And with the scene already in chaos—
Killing intent flared.
Many players used the confusion to sneak an attack on him.
One skill from this player, one from that—
And in an instant, more than a dozen had piled up, like a group order coming together.
Focused down by so many skills, the unlucky man didn't even manage a scream before dissolving into white light.
His death alone would have been one thing.
But a Class Scroll glowing gold dropped from him.
Everyone