The end of the world is approaching, I'm handing myself over to the country.

Withered did not give Zhou Jian a single word in response.

Space itself tore apart before her, revealing a dark crack that emitted a chilling aura of emptiness.

Withered stepped into it, resolute and without a trace of lingering attachment.

On the other side of the Netherworld, the main battlefield.

This place has long since been transformed into a mad inferno.

Tens of millions of players gathered here, like an unstoppable torrent of steel, launching one attack after another against the army under the command of Wither.

The brilliance of the runes and the roar of the battle techniques intertwined, almost tearing the sky apart.

The creatures of the Netherworld are incredibly powerful. Players fell in droves, fearless of death, but they quickly returned, seemingly endless.

Just when the battle was at its most intense, a huge spatial rift was suddenly torn open in the sky above the battlefield.

A withered figure emerged from it.

"Lord Withering!"

As soon as the withering appeared, the terrifying divine might belonging to the king level crashed down like an invisible mountain!

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The clamor of the entire battlefield fell eerily still in that instant.

All the players engaged in the battle, whether warriors in the front or mages in the back, felt as if their souls were being gripped by an invisible hand, making even breathing incredibly difficult.

"What...what is that?" A shield warrior at the forefront struggled to raise his head, staring in horror at the figure in the sky that exuded endless death energy.

His companion, whose ID was "Axe Bro Who Can Cure Dissent," had completely lost his usual arrogance. The giant axe in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, making it almost impossible for him to hold it.

"Holy crap, a King-level creature? Isn't this a pure boss?"

"BOSS? How did she end up here?!"

"Who cares? I wonder how many source crystals I'll get from recycling a king-level creature."

"I don't know, but I do know that a lord-level lord would need at least one million source crystals, or at least 100 contribution points. As for a king-level lord, I'm not sure, but he would definitely become rich overnight, that's for sure."

Withering ignored the commotion below.

Her gaze swept over the land she considered her private territory, and seeing the teeming, vibrant "ants" everywhere, an uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of her heart to the top of her head.

These lowly creatures dare to treat her territory as a battlefield!

"die!"

A cold word, devoid of any emotion, yet containing the power of supreme laws.

As she spoke, an invisible law of decay spread from her body, transforming into an invisible wave that swept out in all directions.

Wherever the waves passed, time seemed to be fast-forwarded.

Those players who were full of energy and fighting bravely just a second ago suddenly became withered and decayed, as if they had undergone thousands of years of weathering.

Their armor was rusted and their flesh turned to ashes.

In just a moment, the area within a kilometer radius of the withering was completely cleared!

Hundreds of thousands of players didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were transformed into countless white lights and disappeared from the spot.

One strike cleared out an entire battlefield!

This is the power of a king!

However, there was not a trace of joy on that beautiful face of withering.

Because right there on that cleared land, a sudden and unexpected change occurred in the next second!

Countless beams of pure white light descended from the sky, precisely projecting onto the newly cleared land.

Within the pillar of light, familiar figures coalesced once more.

"Damn, no wonder it's a King-level weapon, the damage is incredible! My health bar was empty in an instant!"

"Brothers, let's go! Blow her up!"

The newly resurrected players showed no fear whatsoever; instead, they erupted into an even more frenzied shout.

"So what if she's a King-level expert? I'll wear her down!"

"Charge! For the Alliance!"

"For the tribe... uh, no, for the Source Crystals!"

The new wave of attacks is more intense and more frenzied than before.

Countless players, their eyes red, surged in from all directions.

Looking at those ants he had just wiped out, which reappeared alive and kicking in front of him in the blink of an eye, his brows furrowed in his withered mind.

Her hands kept moving, but no matter how many she killed, it seemed like she couldn't kill them all.

Moreover, these killed players quickly respawn in another location.

After all, only a few stubborn individuals dare to resurrect on the spot and fight the Wither head-on.

For the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on his withered face.

They can't kill them all...

There's no way to kill them all!

Her anger did not subside; instead, it burned even more fiercely because of this sense of powerlessness.

"court death!"

Withering strikes again, its power of rules transforming into a sky full of black snowflakes. Each snowflake that falls takes the life of a player.

On the battlefield, white lights flashed one after another, as bright as day.

The withering was so severe that my hands were sore from killing it.

She found herself trapped in an absurd cycle.

She killed a group of players, and then more players surged up from behind. Meanwhile, the players she killed revived not far away, rested briefly, and then roared as they rejoined the battle.

Her strength seemed inexhaustible, but her patience was finite.

This feeling is like a giant facing a swarm of ants that he can't crush no matter what he does.

You can easily crush them, but they disappear in an instant and will pop up again from under your feet, and if you're not careful, they'll gnaw off a large chunk of your dead skin.

"Damn it! Aren't these guys even a little bit afraid of dying?!"

"What exactly are the abilities of that treasure? Why can it make even ants so difficult to deal with!"

Withering no longer wants to carry out this meaningless slaughter.

She snorted coldly, tore through space once more, and her figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next second, her figure appeared in a desolate, howling stone forest.

This is one of the forbidden areas of the Netherworld, filled with strange stone pillars corroded by death energy, and echoed with the wails of vengeful spirits year after year.

However, she didn't even have time to catch her breath.

Om-!

Three meters in front of her, the air distorted slightly, a white light flashed, and a player with the ID "Professional Screen Protector Applicator for Twenty Years" appeared out of thin air.

The player was clearly confused as well. He looked around blankly, then his gaze settled on Wither.

Their eyes met, and the air froze.

"I...go..."

The thief player's mouth formed an "O" shape.

Before he could utter a second word, Diaoling pointed a finger with a blank expression, and a stream of death energy pierced precisely between his eyebrows.

The white light shone again.

But this is just the beginning.

hum!hum!hum!

Centered on the decaying creature, beams of white light continuously illuminated all directions.

Players appeared out of nowhere, their faces bearing the same confusion and bewilderment, which was then replaced by the boss's ecstatic joy.

"Where am I? Why have we moved?"

"This place is good; it's perfect as a boss's graveyard."

"Hahaha! Accept your fate, you can't escape!"

"Accepting your fate will make your death less painful; struggling will only make you suffer more."