[Spirit: a growth-type evil spirit, can feed on all spirits, mercurial temperament, enjoys slaughter, uncontrollable]
As Ye Fei watched the colors of these tags gradually deepen, he became even more certain that he could not keep this thing.
There was still room to work around the others, but that final tag was a huge problem.
While the other tags were still a faint, pale gold, "uncontrollable" was already the color of blood.
"Tens of thousands of players have died, right?"
Long Heng had been watching all along. Only when the pillar of light stopped expanding did he make a rough estimate; quite a few had already died.
"During this challenge phase, players who come here would have run into some trouble anyway, and they might also have been divided up and placed in separate regions again. So the hundred thousand or so players who've already died might amount to half the players in our nearby region..."
Ye Fei only glanced over a few times before lowering his head again to tend to the meat he was roasting.
He did not know how many regions the challenge phase had been divided into, but dividing up regions and deploying players into them was a very simple matter for this game.
By now, this evil artifact had already devoured more than 114,000 players...
With its gradually slowing pace, and accounting for the players still hiding nearby without approaching, that number could already amount to half.
So, when the number should have passed the halfway mark, that thing's pace of slaughter and consumption gradually slowed, growing slower and slower...
He could basically guess that some of this world's rules had imposed restrictions again.
"Has it been restricted?"
Because Long Heng had an incredibly powerful God-level father, he would learn all sorts of