Supernatural powers truly live up to their name; within their designated areas, they produce immediate and remarkable results.
If Li Xingkong doesn't possess the Yin-Yang Mountain-Severing Divine Light, then he only has two choices: either retreat or continue to wear down these people.
The two choices are essentially the same; in the end, it's the same number.
Reality is not like a game. If you haven't seen the secret weapons and tricks of each civilization, you won't be able to deal with them.
Just like Li Xingkong now, although he has found a way to sever contact with the projection of the Sihali Kingdom, he has no way to defend against the shadow weapons they pulled out before.
This involved a field that Li Xingkong had never been exposed to before, and he was already lucky to have withstood it with his strong physical body.
Who knows how many more of these methods the Sihali Kingdom has? These players are treating him like a boss, constantly adjusting their combat tactics and attack methods. Their projections are not in mortal danger. If they can hold out against them, through continuous attempts, they will eventually find some weaknesses.
Li Xingkong estimated that these players were not the main force of the Sihali Kingdom. They were just playing the game with the mindset of strategizing to defeat the boss, pooling their wisdom and using these players to find the opponent's weaknesses.
Once this weakness is discovered, the real blows from the Sihali Kingdom will follow.
It must be said that while players may not have the same execution and combat prowess as regular troops, they are experts among experts when it comes to strategy.
Li Xingkong swept across the field with several beams of Divine Light, and more than half of the players were gone.
The souls of these guys were left here, and Li Xingkong didn't bother with them for the time being.
New players are still joining, but in much smaller numbers. Once they arrive, they're not in a hurry to make a move; they bring all sorts of survival items, hoping to hold out for a few seconds against Li Xingkong.
"I'll go."
One of the players put on psychic glasses, and the moment he arrived, his vision was obscured by the souls of the players scattered throughout the area.
Even Li Xingkong couldn't be seen; all that could be seen were countless spiritual entities running around, wailing, and making a ruckus.
The moment he saw it, he immediately logged off, and the projection disappeared.
"Oh my god, I saw it! All the players' spirit bodies are left in the boss arena. If their spirit bodies aren't retrieved, they probably won't wake up."
"What? Another boss that can directly affect the soul? And this isn't Ghost Clan."
" The Ghost Clan was able to clear the level last time mainly because they lack physical form, which was a huge weakness. One gravity missile could grab a large number of them. But this time it's different. This guy's physical strength is too high; it's impossible to break through his defenses."
"Let's figure out a way to get the soul back first..."
While the players were discussing, Li Xingkong had already taken out his Underworld model and stuffed all the souls he had left behind into it.
Although these guys still think they're just playing games at home, that doesn't stop Li Xingkong from giving them a little punishment.
Let's just stuff them all into the Overtime Hell.
As for the commotion I've caused here, it's time for someone to come.
Sure enough, after Li Xingkong stuffed all the souls on the field into the Little Underworld, the phantoms of players that were still pouring in disappeared.
Instead, a much more organized-looking army was deployed.
These projected armies moved with perfect coordination, giving the impression that they were commanded by a single person. After the projections were generated, they quickly formed an encirclement.
Shield architecture, ranged attacks, battlefield control—each unit has its own role.
After surrounding Li Xingkong, the soldiers did not immediately attack. Instead, they all opened their mouths and shouted out in unison a slightly broken Divine Land dialect.
"I know you, you are Li Xingkong."
Although it was the voices of so many people shouting, it sounded as if they came from a single person, which was somewhat eerie.
"And who are you? Hiding like a coward, afraid to show yourself?"
Li Xingkong scanned the projections with his Divine Sense and found that they were almost identical, with none of them being special. It seemed that this person's projection method was different from that of the other players.
"I am Xuan Qingzi, the third candidate to succeed the ruler of the Sihali Kingdom and the leader of the Fourth Scourge. As for hiding my identity, hehe, everyone you see is me, yet none of them are me."
"To start such a big fight on our very first meeting, aren't you afraid of alienating Divine Land from us?"
Xuan Qingzi spoke with an air of confidence, seemingly certain that Li Xingkong had no way to deal with him.
Indeed, this was the case. In the heart of the Sihali Kingdom, on a magnificent planet, in the most prosperous and spectacular palace, Xuan Qingzi sat in a peculiar room. Beneath the floor of this room lay the scene that Li Xingkong had just witnessed.
A closer look at his actions reveals that the projectiles he sends out are like soldiers in a strategy game, conveying his commands in sync with his casual arrangements.
This is the difference between him and ordinary players. Ordinary players can only control a projection, and their souls are inside the projection. Once the connection is severed, they naturally have no chance to play.
But he was different. He played like he was playing a strategy game like Red Alert Warcraft. No matter how many troops he lost, it was just a number.
Although Li Xingkong's move was quite powerful, the Sihali Kingdom has developed for many years and has seen similar abilities before. No matter what kind of opponent they are, as long as they understand their abilities, they will have corresponding countermeasures.
This also reflects the profound heritage of a long-established civilization. Although it may not appear to be a grand spectacle, no one should underestimate their strength.
Even though Li Xingkong had completely destroyed the industrial zone that had been built, they still didn't intend to destroy the entire star system, after all, they were still eyeing the so-called Spiritual Root Server.
"Offend? After all these filthy things you've done, you still care about offending me? I haven't even gone to their door; I've already been very polite."
Li Xingkong did not continue to take action, mainly because he was also probing.
He has almost destroyed the entire industrial area, but these projections can still appear here in a strange way. There must be something anchoring them.
If they could truly project themselves anywhere in the universe, what kind of third-rate civilization would they be?
Besides, if that were really the case, Baili Qiu and the others wouldn't have needed to set up a teleportation station to get here.
However, Li Xingkong scanned the area with his Divine Sense many times, and all the visible equipment within the ruins of the industrial zone was crushed by him, but these projections seemed to be completely unaffected.
It seems that this anchor point is not in the real world, but may be hidden in some spatial rift.
"Sour things..."
Xuan Qingzi pondered for a moment, then chuckled.
"You're not talking about those humanoid computers, are you? Heh, Li Xingkong Li Xingkong, I never thought you'd stand up for such insignificant ants."
"They'd be overjoyed to sacrifice one person's life for the sake of civilization's longevity. What's so shameful about it? To make such a contribution to the development of your civilization is their honor."