"Die!!!"
[I'm Not Jiahao] had pulled a sharp dagger from somewhere.
He slid around into the priest's blind spot, taking advantage of the precious window Ji Luo had bought with his life.
Aiming at the priest's unguarded spine at the back of his neck, he drove the blade in with every ounce of strength he had!
Squelch! Crack!
That vicious strike pierced straight through the priest's spinal cord!
"Urgh..."
The priest's mud-caked eyes bulged, riddled with bloodshot veins.
He stared fixedly at these "heretics," who fought like rabid dogs, and spewed mouthful after mouthful of black blood mixed with chunks of his organs.
He couldn't understand.
He was a mighty second-tier Abyss mage, moments away from witnessing the glorious arrival of the Holy Lord.
Why... why had a mob of refugees armed with crude stone tools overwhelmed him and killed him in such a disgraceful way?
"The Holy Lord... will... devour you..."
The priest spat out one final, vicious curse.
"Ashen Missile!"
The other players seized the opportunity, every one of them pouring out all their remaining mental energy!
A dense barrage of Ashen Missiles, carrying everyone's pent-up resentment, slammed into the priest's body now that he could no longer resist.
Explosions rang out one after another, splattering black smoke and filthy blood everywhere.
By the time the smoke had completely cleared, the second-tier priest who had been so arrogant moments ago was nothing but a charred corpse.
Only his cracked bone mask and the Eyeball Staff stained with black blood remained, having tumbled into the mud.
[Ding!] [Server-wide first kill announcement: a player team has successfully slain the Fallen Priest!] [Calculating rewards...]
At the sight of those glittering golden system notifications,
the fifty players, covered in blood and too exhausted to so much as lift a finger,