Elysium Players quit the game in droves, bringing the endless tide of Elysium Players to an end.
Just as the players prepared to attack the Life Cocoons, Xie Yu emerged from the void, sweeping an icy gaze over the players streaming toward it.
Elysium Spirit Runes appeared on its forehead.
Ripples of mental energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, spread rapidly outward from its body. The surrounding space rippled with layers of distorted waves like a lake struck by a massive boulder, and the compressed air gave off a piercing howl.
Gales swept snowflakes into a wild dance.
As the mental shock wave swept through, everything trembled, shattered, and vanished before its immense power.
Swathes of players were reduced to dust by the mental storm, merging with the swirling snowflakes and sweeping into the distance before finally dissolving into black fog.
Facing the utterly unbeatable Xie Yu, the players could not even be bothered to try attacking. Struggling against such overwhelming strength seemed meaningless.
After the players in front died en masse, those behind them retreated as well.
In the Regional Voice Channel, players could not help cursing the Elysium Tribe for being sore losers. This was supposed to be the genuine article fighting a knockoff, so why had they suddenly cranked up the difficulty?
It had been the same last time. They had originally been happily killing Fallen Ones in the Elysium Palace scene.
Then the difficulty had suddenly spiked.
The one who came had also been this lackey of the Lord of Benefits named Xie Yu.
Bullying the weak with superior strength-shameless!
Elysium Space, Teleportation Sacrificial Altar.
The Lord of Bliss watched the clusters of consciousness continuously returning through the spatial tunnel to the Homeworld.
These were all Elysium Players who had chosen to log off.