The horn for the Godslaying Operation sounded throughout the Player Faction.
The Region Channel filled with encouragement and rallying cries.
In the players' eyes, the plague value was the countdown to the boss's death.
Every tick raised their enthusiasm another notch.
At this moment, very few players continued charging blindly. They organized of their own accord.
Melee players formed defensive battle formations, using their bodies and formations to block Everburn's assaults, while mage and support players unleashed traits such as binding to restrain Everburn from a distance.
The curse arts build players serving as the core damage dealers spread out, casting curses under the layered protection of nearby warbands, squads, and guilds, jointly composing a plague poem.
To ensure the Poem Inscription on Everburn would not dissipate if interrupted, curse arts build players were constantly being airdropped onto the battlefield by targeted flights.
The Poem Inscription on Everburn stacked faster and faster.
Blue frost patterns already covered the surface of Everburn's battle armor.
Cold seeped from within the armor.
Everburn's body temperature plummeted, and energy transmission efficiency began to decline.
Combined with the punishment of binding, Everburn's movements slowed at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Even the enhancement of the Everburn rule could not resist the punishment of "Plague Poem," the Primordial Power of the Emperor Zhao System.
Faced with this predicament, the inscription on Everburn's chest erupted with dazzling golden light.
Everburn began changing combat strategies, expanding the range of movement. Turning into a streak of light, Everburn kept pushing the battle lines in every direction.
The aim was to exhaust the curse arts build players with constant running.
Energy cannons, laser beams, Divine Metal Battle Blades—every kind of weapon took its turn, and every movement brought the deaths of swathes of players.
But the players' response