The members of the think tank, observing the summoned creature, quickly realized that the wither was not merely passive. Instead, they saw it growing in size at a visible rate, and the fluctuations in the surrounding airflow suggested it was becoming more volatile and dangerous.
Their keen instincts, honed through countless hours of gameplay analysis, immediately flagged that this might resemble a reaction akin to a suppressed explosion—like a worker's fear of imminent detonation.
Suddenly, the leader of the think tank shouted, "Run!!"
He yelled the command as he bolted, but there was little time. In an instant, the entire think tank team was obliterated, wiped out by the rapidly growing wither.
Meanwhile, the wither began to ascend slowly, initiating what could only be described as a killing spree. Long Teng, pretending to remain calm, received urgent news from his guild.
His face instantly darkened as he read the message sent by the guild's informant.
"Let's go!!"
Without hesitation, Long Teng abandoned any pretense and commanded his forces to retreat swiftly toward the main city.
The players around him, witnessing his sudden change in attitude, stared in stunned silence. Wasn't he still acting confident just moments ago?
Xu Yuan, observing the scene with curiosity, turned to Ken and asked quietly, "What's going on?"
Ken chuckled softly. "Word is, their guild was just slaughtered by some unknown monsters."
Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes sharpened.
Just moments ago, Long Teng was bragging about his summon, and now he's fleeing like a frightened rabbit?
He immediately connected the dots. "Did they summon the wither?"
Although it seemed unlikely, considering how Long Teng's behavior looked, it was not impossible. The wither, after all, had a unique ability: upon being summoned, it was invincible for ten seconds, during which it wouldn't attack. But after that, it would self-destruct in a brutal explosion—likely the reason for the sudden devastation.
Xu Yuan pondered this, then whispered a few instructions to Ken.
Turning to the gathered spectators, he said with a playful tone, "The summoned creature Long Teng mentioned just now—everyone come and take a closer look, see it with your own eyes."
Hearing that, the players eagerly nodded, buzzing with excitement.
"Alright! Big guy, let's go see it!"
"Hahaha, I didn't expect Steve to be so playful."
"Brother Steve, you're falling behind—how come Dragon Teng got a summon first?"
They all started moving toward the Dragon Teng Guild, walking in a lively crowd, with the Neon Country players following closely behind.
Meanwhile, Long Teng hurried toward his guild's main city, his mind racing. As he approached, he suddenly saw a long purple blood bar appear above the cityscape, with the word "Withering" inscribed prominently in the center. The entire sky was shrouded in ominous black fog, and the scene was utterly unrecognizable—houses and landscapes devastated, craters gouged into the ground, chaos everywhere.
The players within the city were panicked, fleeing wildly but still unable to escape the relentless withering's destructive power. The guild had tried to expand their territory by exploiting loopholes and claiming land beyond their original deed, but now, retribution had come swiftly and mercilessly.
Long Teng's breath caught in his throat as he saw the destruction.
"What the hell is going on here…" he muttered, stunned.
The leader of the think tank stumbled toward Long Teng, pale and breathless. "Boss… that's not a summon… That's the Boss!"
Long Teng snapped, "What?! Are you serious?! I can't see it myself?"
The think tank leader nodded hurriedly. "Yes! It flies, it destroys terrain, and it seems to still be alive—its blood is still there."
Hearing this, Long Teng's face darkened further.
"Quick, everyone! We have to go now!" he ordered, abandoning any pretense of confidence.
As he shouted, the crowd around him was stunned—wasn't he still acting tough just moments ago?
When Xu Yuan arrived with his group and the spectators, he calmly approached Long Teng and greeted him with a smile.
"President Long Teng, you're a little too polite," Xu Yuan said softly. "I didn't come out to greet you when you came to our guild, but I thought I'd come and prepare for your visit."
He gestured with a grin. "Bombing the city directly—now that's some serious face to lose!"
The scene was tense, and the atmosphere thick with the implications of the chaos unfolding before everyone's eyes.
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