The Mingwang Group

Everyone had thought the beast tide was over. No one expected Wang Duo, a Fifth-Grade Lesser Grandmaster, to be shot dead on the spot after the beasts were wiped out!

Even his Flesh Derivation had failed to take effect.

Ding Xing stared at the scene in a daze. His eyes reddened, and a hoarse roar tore from his throat:

"Senior Brother Wang!!!"

Many of the martial artists at the Eagle Valley Red Copper Mine were disciples of the same sect as Wang Duo and Ding Xing.

Seeing their elder killed by a single arrow, they were instantly overwhelmed by grief and rage.

The players present were stunned too.

They stood there clutching their weapons and equipment, staring blankly at the players the black mist had reduced to rotting flesh.

"How could they just die?"

"It has to be fake. An illusion!"

Many players muttered to themselves as tears fell without warning.

Lin Caiyi and the others instinctively looked around. Only when they saw that none of their companions had been caught up in it did they breathe a sigh of relief.

Even so, their hearts were heavy.

They would not have felt a thing if those Immortal Gods Sect members had died.

But this was the first time they had watched ordinary players die right in front of them while taking part in a mission.

"They won't return to reality after dying, but maybe they'll go somewhere else. We can't know for sure."

Zhang Shendao murmured to himself.

"Yeah. They might even be waiting to respawn back at the fountain."

Li Shou nodded slightly, his expression grave.

Abyssal Martial Artists? Did that mean a group of martial artists in the Abyssal Beast Grotto was at odds with the Great Dream Dynasty?

Yang Ling's expression grew grave. That arrow had not