Hu Yunting passed away peacefully.
After kindly warning Yue Wen and the others about the situation at the Ferris wheel, Mustached Uncle left with the little girl in the red dress. He was probably heading toward the Pirate Ship to complete the game.
Yue Wen stood there frowning in thought for a while. This made things rather tricky. He was not the only one with a way to screw over his opponents.
Hu Yunting had done it too.
And his method was even more brazen. He was making it perfectly clear: I'm stronger than all of you, so I'm going to keep killing Malice until I build up a Malice King that can kill every last one of you.
Any other player who encountered that Malice King would have only one fate: death.
This was an open stratagem.
Anyone confident they were stronger than Hu Yunting could simply go ride the Ferris wheel. Earn the most points, kill the strongest Malice, and compete with him to see who dared to kill more.
It was like a garlic-eating contest.
You ate one clove, I ate one clove. Yue Wen and the others clearly could not beat Hu Yunting, not because they lacked ruthlessness, but because their stomachs were not as strong as his.
Although they had killed someone in the Fifth Realm with a surprise attack last time, that did not mean the three of them combined actually had the strength to match a Fifth Realm opponent. That required very specific, stringent conditions.
But with Hu Yunting's Late Astral Realm cultivation and the caliber of the Five Great Immortal Sects, his actual combat strength could definitely rival some early Fifth Realm cultivators. He was unquestionably the strongest player in the amusement park.
"What do we do?" Qi Dian asked. "Are