The Dragonman player's face was pale. He knelt in the void, panting heavily.
He looked at Green before him, his eyes filled with terror. The courage he'd shown earlier in the chat channel, when he'd burned his boats, had vanished without a trace.
A dozen bloody holes pierced his chest, and blood poured from them. His metal armor was riddled with round holes and utterly battered. With cracks spreading across it, the armor had reached its limit and could no longer offer any protection!
Beside him, the other four Level Eight guild leaders were in much the same state, looking utterly miserable.
Green stood before them, quietly watching their battered forms.
Just moments ago, Green had easily crushed the guild leaders before him with his control over energy and Law Force.
The guild leaders could barely raise their heads to look up at Green. The arrogance that had once defined the Player Civilization had completely disappeared!
Green's fingertips glimmered with white light as countless Law Runes gathered. His immense, terrifying Law Force pierced effortlessly through their bodies. No defense was any use—not Force Equipment, not even ordinary divine artifacts. They were all as fragile as tofu!
"How's that? Can't keep going already? I thought you'd last a little longer!" Green mocked without restraint.
Under normal circumstances, Green wouldn't have taunted them. Unfortunately, players were notorious for having poor mental fortitude. The worse their state of mind, the more openings they left, and the more likely they were to make rash, irrational decisions.
Faced with Green's taunts, even the opposing guild leaders were immediately enraged!
"This won't do. If this goes on, not only will we fail the main quest, but our game accounts will get wiped, too. Everyone, pour all your strength into me. Better to lose just me than