Chapter 111: The Reckoning from the Sloth Knight-Sky Sovereign(Icy Blaze)

“Oh no!” Wushang screamed, spinning around to run back.

“The Green Bunny’s passive skill—Toxin—has been triggered. You will lose 1 HP per second for 10 seconds.”

Their luck was terrible. This area happened to be swarming with green bunnies, and their passive skill effects quickly stacked multiple times. With only a pitiful few dozen health points left, they felt disaster looming.

The bunnies glared around with red eyes, bewildered.

What’s going on?

Why was their passive skill triggered? There was clearly nothing around.

Unable to withstand the relentless health drain, the assassins revealed themselves and fled in the direction they had come from.

During the siege, the bunnies, which were aggressive monsters, immediately became frenzied and launched attacks.

Behind the assassins, the little stone turtles noticed these unwelcome guests suddenly appearing behind them and casually bit at their feet.

Wushang and the others, overwhelmed by countless negative effects, were quickly engulfed, one by one turning into blooming white lotuses.

“Damn it!”

The players of the “Prowess and Glory” guild were pale.

Assassins can’t even open treasure chests while stealthed???

What the hell kind of trick was that idiot using to get the loot?!

Morol, frustrated, immediately urged Little Warm Pot to boil some water and ask around.

Soon, Little Warm Pot returned with news: “Sister Frost said he grew wings on his back and can fly now.”

Pfft.

Morol spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, feeling as if his heart had taken a ten-thousand-point critical hit.

At the Phoenix Falling Town, home of the Great Tang Smoke and Clouds guild:

“Group 1 and 2 will retreat! Groups 3, 4, and 5 will hold the frontline! Groups 6 to 8 prepare! Priests, prioritize healing the critically wounded! Don’t die if you can make it back!”

The vice guild leader roared. Following his command, a massive number of Great Tang Smoke and Clouds players surged into the monster horde, steadily advancing toward the treasure chest.

When the battered groups 1 and 2 of Great Tang Smoke and Clouds went forward, they had a thousand players; when they returned, fewer than two hundred remained. They regrouped, waiting for revived comrades and cleaning up the rear.

Old Liao stroked his chin, squinting as he watched the large crowds rush forward, instantly bombarded by the stone turtles’ and green bunnies’ debuffs. Groups fell one after another, turning into white glimmers. Anxiety crept into his heart.

They had been tackling this treasure chest for quite some time.

Groups 1 and 2 had actually been decimated twice already. The players of Great Tang Smoke and Clouds had rotated multiple assaults on the Phoenix Falling Town treasure chest. Many had died at least once.

“Vice guild leader, maybe we should give up on this treasure chest? The cost is too high,” Old Liao suggested.

“Don’t talk nonsense! If we get this treasure chest, it will be the second one brought back by a town in the entire server. There must be extra rewards!” the vice guild leader snapped, ignoring Old Liao’s words and pressing on.

“Damn…”

Old Liao rolled his eyes.

At that moment, hundreds of pink piglets charged headlong. Multiple squads of these piglets appeared simultaneously.

Each piglet carried a sloth on its back, clutching heaps of nuts. Just as Old Liao looked up in surprise, a barrage of nuts rained down like a storm.

The 1,500 players of groups 3, 4, and 5 who had just moved up were stunned by the relentless nut assault.

-45!

-48!

-104!

Massive damage numbers flew from their heads. Players at full health lost nearly half their HP from a single nut attack.

The worst part was that, although sloths were notoriously lazy, their attack frequency was high. The piglets ran swiftly, carrying them like parasites, lingering around players so they couldn’t escape.

Swish, swish, swish...

At first, players scrambled backward in panic, but as many became critically wounded, white glimmers of death began floating in clusters.

On the battlefield, as if on cue, countless sloth-rider teams, each numbering hundreds of piglets, surged out from behind the animal army. Like ancient rangers, they launched hit-and-run ranged attacks on the players.

Their high damage of 65 points was simply unbearable for most players, who had less than 20 defense.

Within two minutes, the number of fallen players soared into the thousands, increasing rapidly. White glimmers blanketed the hills and valleys, reminiscent of the days they were overwhelmed by the little chicks.

The vice guild leader barely managed to curse before dying; the frontline Great Tang Smoke and Clouds players were wiped out.

“We’ve got 1,200 rocket launchers, plus some reserves, but it doesn’t seem enough for this fight,” Huang Yunshuo hovered in the air, firing rockets at the ground while frowning in thought.

High-intensity battles demanded a large number of rocket launchers. This costly weapon was only recently affordable enough for him to use casually, and prolonged fighting was out of the question. So, close combat would still be the main tactic.

A flood of new players joined the fray. The ferocious assault of the level-1 chicks was immediately suppressed. Ranged players delivered dense bursts of damage on the battlefield. The chicks, lacking defense, fell in swarms, turning into materials and copper coins.

“Has the drop rate for one copper coin increased to two?” Huang Yunshuo’s eyes brightened slightly. At level 16, fighting level-1 chicks was punishing—no experience gained, few coins dropped, and almost no materials.

Seeing the improved drop rate, his mind immediately went to higher-level monsters.

A spark of interest ignited. He suddenly recalled the 70 little roosters he had accidentally aggroed in the Elephant Mine. He wondered what those creatures would drop—perhaps some key items?

Like the Slowdown Gem or the Rage Gem?

Seventy was no small number. Each little rooster had 300 HP, 100 attack, and 20 defense. They were tough, especially with their high agility, capable of flanking if careless.

The thought made him itch to go, but he couldn’t leave now.

Considering that the level-10 little roosters were among the vanguard in the siege and might not appear within the next half hour, he decided to visit the Elephant Mine after the carnival mode ended.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

The sound of numerous parachutes opening filled the sky.

Looking up, he saw countless sprays descending from the clouds. Dozens of sprays were bundled together, each attached to a parachute swinging as they fell, with at least a hundred parachute packs in this wave of reinforcements—a truly powerful support.

He casually grabbed one parachute floating nearby and took a small magical recovery spray from it. It was bound to him, and each person could only claim one.

“Not much use to me,” Huang Yunshuo muttered, losing interest.

He continued bombing from the front lines of the player group, courageously wielding his rocket launcher, blasting a path forward as he advanced.