C157 Huisheng

The people from the Death God Guild were obviously not sure of Dongfang Qingyu's exact location either. Although there were a lot of people, they were all scattered. The players who were relatively close mercilessly attacked.

"Fireball Technique!"

"Wind Blade Art!"

"Flowing Arrow!"

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Warriors and assassins were staring at him like tigers stalking their prey. The attacks of the Mages were too fast, they did not dare to move forward, in case of accidental injuries. Otherwise, their damage value would have increased by a few more points.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

When the buffer time and the "Frost Arts" arrived at almost the same time, Dongfang Qingyu's hands and feet loosened. His fingers had just touched the Voldemort's Hand Bone Wand, and a cold aura descended.

"Frost Arts!"

He was frozen again.

Dongfang Qingyu's expression twitched, his eyes filled with helplessness. 'Frost Technique' was a type of auxiliary + offensive mixed spell, this spell had a characteristic, it had a success rate, and was not able to trigger the freezing effect at 100%, it was clear that Dongfang Qingyu's luck was not good.

In that three seconds, even if Ice Magic was not applied to them, the damage would have been more than 600 points. Dongfang Qingyu was only a mage, but his HP was actually higher than a Warrior?

Another three seconds passed. This time, more players joined the attack. Damage over 800 points.

Dongfang Qingyu was not dead yet.

"Frost Arts!"

Failure!

Before Dongfang Qingyu could feel happy about it, the thief beside him slashed at him with a blade.

- 62!

The damage he took didn't matter. The key point was that he had triggered the dagger's attribute, 'Paralysis'.

Duration of 1 second.

All sorts of attacks did not stop. The red numbers on top of Dongfang Qingyu's head continued to float.

After 1 second, the Rogue slashed again. -62. This time, 'Paralysis' did not appear, but the Barbarian's mace almost fell at the same time.

Bang!

Dongfang Qingyu's body shook violently, his mind a complete blank.

"Vertigo!"

Aftereffects of a blow to the head. Duration of 1 second.

"Weak!"

"Sleep!"

"..."

Seeing his HP dropping below 1000, Dongfang Qingyu had already given up on struggling. Facing so many people, one person and one auxiliary spell was enough to keep him in a state where he could not retaliate until the end of time.

Even if the success rate of the skills were 10%, the number of people would still be 100%. Furthermore, the success rate of these people were much higher than 10%, Dongfang Qingyu began to struggle, but as he saw more and more people approaching, his heart slowly became colder, the light of hatred stared at the little ghost. If he died, he would die, but after that, he made up his mind.

From head to toe, he did not provoke anyone from the Death God Guild. All of them were people from the Death God Guild who sought to trouble him, only that their methods were insufficient.

This was the logic of a bandit. Stealing something from others while not allowing others to retaliate.

If they did not see it with their own eyes, they would have thought that the person in front of them was a humanoid monster instead of a player. Not only did they count, but they had attacked Dongfang Qingyu for more than 8 seconds and dealt more than 8,000 points of damage. Dongfang Qingyu still wasn't dead, was he even human? Did the player have such high HP?

"I saw the anger and despair in your eyes, but I have to tell you this is only the beginning. Your end is in Novice Village." The little ghost was difficult to deal with as he said indifferently.

Dongfang Qingyu who was in his' numb 'state was unable to move or speak, but his thoughts were clear. He stared hard at the little ghost, his gaze clearly expressing his hatred.

"You were lucky the last few times and ran fast. In the future, you won't have such a chance." A hint of disdain leaked out of the corners of the little ghost's mouth. He never believed in personal heroism. If the Boss was strong or not, it had already been grinded to death by players. No matter how strong a player was, they wouldn't be strong enough to beat a Boss.

As his HP fell below 500, Dongfang Qingyu had already completely given up on working hard. He was calculating in his heart, what equipment would drop after death, and what would remain. What he didn't expect was that at the most desperate moment, a golden halo of light fell from the sky, covering his head. In an instant, all the negative magic spells lost their effect.

"Ring of Justice!"

A very magical halo will not increase one's fighting strength, HP or stats. The only use it has is to be immune to all kinds of negative magic, lasting for 3 seconds.

"Vertigo!"

"Frost Arts!"

"Delay!"

"..."

These gentle spells landed on Dongfang Qingyu's body, and at the instant they made contact with the "halo of justice", they turned into smoke and disappeared. Because the 'halo of justice' appeared too suddenly, Dongfang Qingyu was stunned for a second before reacting. He picked up the Voldemort's Hand Bone Wand and threw it out at the same time.

"Resurrection Arts!"

A milky white light fell on his head, instantly increasing his HP by 100%. It was a Priest healing skill, Lesser Heal. Dongfang Qingyu was already certain that the 'Halo of Justice' did not come from being too nervous on his Death God Guild, but rather had someone helping him. Although he did not know who it was, his confidence grew by leaps and bounds.

The Tusk Pig released an extremely unpleasant roar and rushed out.

Bang, bang, bang!

The three mages were instantly killed. They didn't even have time to scream before their bodies were sent flying five or six meters away.

"Stop him!"

The little ghost was furious. He took the lead and chased after Dongfang Qingyu, but sadly discovered that as a warrior, his speed was not as fast as Dongfang Qingyu's as a mage. Dongfang Qingyu was retreating, but his speed was still one third faster.

"Retreat — —" The little ghost's eyes suddenly bulged. He braked, turned around, and jumped out. However, he was still a step too slow. A bead exploded behind him, and a thick fog shrouded the area within 3.5 meters of him.

In less than 0.2 seconds, the little ghost's face turned dark green, and a red number 250-250-250 floated above his head. It was as bright as blood.

"Priest — —" The little ghost was struggling to hold back his roars as he grabbed the Red Drug and gulped it down as fast as he could. He didn't want to die. He had already died twice. If he died again, it would be the third time. By then, his level wouldn't be able to keep up. He knew that just drinking potions wasn't enough. He had to have a Priest working together to save his level.

But would Dongfang Qingyu let him escape so easily? The six Siberian Gray Wolf s' bodies were thrown out, and the Magic Wand s shot out one magic spell after another.

"Resurrection Arts!"

"Resurrection Arts!"

"Resurrection Arts!"

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