Yan Fushou looked at the elite members of the Strategy Group before him, who usually courted death in high-difficulty instances without even furrowing their brows.
Well.
Actually, they did furrow them.
They furrowed them every time Lu Xiu's instances came up.
Yet right now, things were indeed a bit too exaggerated—each of them possessed lifeless eyes, looking as though all their vital energy and spirit had been completely wrung out of them.
The corners of Yan Fushou's mouth couldn't help twitching twice.
He shook his head, paying no more attention to the Strategy Group members who seemed to have had their souls sucked out, and redirected his gaze back to the report on the desktop.
He began to read it carefully.
The contents were quite messy.
The deaths recorded in the report were varied, while the progress of most Strategy Group members was basically concentrated within the Undead Burg area.
—Hacked to death by a hollow's jump attack from a blind spot around a corner, crushed to death by a powder keg suddenly rolling down a staircase, knocked straight down into the bottomless abyss by the Taurus Demon on a narrow rampart, and even bitten alive by giant rats in the sewers.
It was easy to tell.
The SSS-rated instance was indeed extremely difficult.
It contained a multitude of insidious traps set to target players' instincts and exploration habits, completely subverting players' past perceptions and proving even harder to handle than mere numerical suppression.
Yet difficulty was definitely no excuse to wash one's hands of the matter and let things be.
This Dark Souls was not just an ordinary civilian instance; it had also been endowed by the system with the nature of a bilateral regional speedrun, and the outcome was directly related to the ownership of fifty regions in