The Rimewinter Snowfield battlefield.
Blizzards howled, and the cold wind cut like knives.
As the only experimental base that consumed resources among the sites the Lord of Bliss had established in the Monster World, this place operated around the clock.
At that moment, the fighting between the players and the Elysium Legion was in full swing.
Those who could stay here were all newcomers among the players.
Their fighting styles generally resembled those of street thugs, with all manner of dirty tricks appearing one after another.
In a corner of the battlefield.
"Let go! Fucking let go!" After a Purple-Skinned Evil Spirit tackled a player to the ground, the two grappled together.
The Purple-Skinned Evil Spirit gripped the player's hair tightly, while the player lay on the ground, baring his teeth and raising both legs to kick the Elysium Evil Spirit frantically in the stomach.
With each kick, the Evil Spirit grunted, but the player was not having an easy time either.
Most of his hair had already been ripped out in this fight. His hair would probably run out before his health bar did.
"Ow! You're playing dirty?" Just then, the Elysium Evil Spirit suddenly kicked the player in the crotch, and his face instantly flushed red.
But the Purple-Skinned Evil Spirit paid no attention and delivered two more kicks to the same weak point.
Farther away, a Purple-Skinned Hydralisk and a player were staging an "ultimate showdown" of mutual eye-gouging.
"Poke! Poke! Poke, poke, poke!"
The player frantically jabbed his fingers into the Hydralisk's compound eyes. Not to be outdone, the Hydralisk, driven by its "combat instinct logic," hooked the player's eyelid precisely with its tail hook and pulled outward with all its might.
Feeling the excruciating pain, the player opened his mouth and wailed:
"Healer! Where's the