"The slaughter from here on was already a fight between players..."
After everyone had received some roast meat and finished eating, Ye Fei carried his still-drowsy little dumplings over to Long Heng and sat down beside him to watch.
When he saw the golden light contract and finally turn into a gleaming golden Broad Sword suspended in midair, he reduced the size of the "house" and thickened its defensive layer considerably.
There were still scattered players nearby. Whether seeing the "house" shrink gave them any ideas was not something Ye Fei cared about for the moment.
Once the Broad Sword appeared, the players began fighting over it. A member of the Winged Race charged forward, relying on his speed. The moment he gripped the hilt, his strength surged, and with his power multiplied several times over, he began slaughtering the surrounding players.
But a powerful weapon also consumed more energy. After slaughtering dozens of players, the Winged Race player exhausted his strength, and the weapon changed hands after he was killed...
Everyone knew it was something good, and every player who seized the weapon would unleash a burst of power...
One after another, the gleaming golden Broad Sword passed between the hands of many players. Most were still caught up in the idea that the weapon was easy to seize, always thinking they could find an opening to grab it and run.
Only a small number of players swiftly fled the melee after realizing something was wrong, abandoning any designs on the Broad Sword.
"Did you know there was something strange about that weapon from the very beginning?"
Flapping her bloodstained wings, Die Wu flew over and stopped beside Ye Fei's "house," carrying the half-crippled Black Lao Qi in her slender, delicate hand.
Looking at the players sitting safely inside