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

Time is passing slowly and cruelly.

Mo Fang released his grip, letting the fox spirit slump to the ground like a lump of mud.

He then kicked him away.

boom--!

The fox spirit's body slammed heavily onto the sofa, but she was completely unaware of it.

Mo Fang raised his hand, straightened the non-existent wrinkles on his hideous armor, and then lowered his gaze to look at the woman on the ground who had completely lost all her power.

A very faint smile curved his lips.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

These light words, these polite thanks, were like a red-hot branding iron, searing the fox spirit's soul and completely igniting all her reason.

Despair transformed into the most extreme form of madness.

The fox spirit raised her head, revealing a face utterly distorted by pain and resentment beneath her disheveled hair.

"Mo Fang! You lackey! You spineless coward!"

"What right do you have! What right do you have to strip me of my identity! You're nothing but the shop owner's dog!"

"You'll die a horrible death! I curse you to go to hell! I curse you..."

Her cursing stopped abruptly.

Because Mo Fang simply looked at her quietly, his gaze containing no anger, no mockery, and not even disgust.

There was only a condescending, almost sympathetic look on his face.

It's like watching an ignorant child throwing a tantrum over breaking an expensive piece of porcelain, making a final, powerless outburst of rage.

That glance was more painful for Meihu than any humiliation.

It was tantamount to completely stripping her of the right to be an opponent, nailing her to the label of "a stupid ant," and turning all her resentment into a joke.

Mo Fang laughed and said, "I don't know if I'll live or die, but I do know that you probably won't live much longer."

As he spoke, Mo Fang instantly appeared in front of Mei Hu, his right fist outstretched, flames and arcs of electricity swirling on it, before he thrust it out.

boom--!!

The fox spirit stared in disbelief at her lower abdomen, where a huge hole had appeared.

The fox opened its mouth as if to say something, but its throat was swallowed by a fiery heat.

He died without uttering a single word, collapsing to the ground, his eyes wide open in death.

Seeing this, Mo slowly turned around.

The dark gold armor, crackling with tiny arcs of electricity, exuded a suffocating sense of oppression in the dimly lit room.

Mo Fang's gaze slowly swept over each of the Sky Fox Guild members standing in the room.

Those guild elites who had been somewhat swayed by the enchanting fox just moments before, but were now trembling with fear, all shivered the moment they met his gaze, feeling as if they were being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast.

The shadow of death loomed over the entire room.

Mo Fang's gaze slowly swept over each of the Sky Fox Guild members standing in the room.

The first person he stared at was a burly man wielding a giant axe.

The moment Mo Fang's gaze fell upon him, the burly man's massive body trembled uncontrollably, and the hundred-pound Origin Weapon Battle Axe slipped from his hand with a loud thud and crashed onto the floor.

The loud noise seemed to shatter the last shred of hope in the room.

Everyone was on edge, cold sweat trickling down their foreheads and soaking their collars.

They are the elites of the Sky Fox Guild, powerful figures who usually roam freely in the wasteland.

But now, they felt like a group of quails locked in a cage, while outside the cage, a prehistoric behemoth was scrutinizing them with indifferent eyes, considering which one to bite first.

That tremor, originating from the depths of their souls, made them even more careful with their breathing.

Finally, Mo Fang's gaze settled on a man who looked like the vice president.

The man stubbornly refused to back down, but his slightly trembling calves betrayed his inner fear.

Mo Fang remained silent.

He simply raised his other hand and reached into the storage source weapon.

The next second, he casually pulled out a thick stack of parchment, exactly the same as the one from before, and threw it on the coffee table in front of him.

Whoosh—!

The papers were scattered, and on the top of each one was printed the large characters that terrified them.

[Contract Termination]

After making this move, Mo Fang finally raised his head, his eyes, hidden beneath the menacing helmet, calmly gazing at everyone.

"Will you do it yourselves, or should I help you?"

The question was calm and contained not a trace of anger, yet it sent chills down one's spine more than the most vicious curse.

To come on your own means to voluntarily give up your identity, be kicked out of the game, and return to that hellish reality.

Let him help...

What's the difference...?

Everyone glanced at the pool of fox spirits on the ground and shuddered in unison.

They had no doubt that choosing the latter would result in a fate a hundred times worse than that of Meihuqi.

The room fell into a deathly silence.

An atmosphere of despair was spreading, making it hard to breathe.

Just then, the vice president who was being watched by Mo Fang suddenly roared like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"Mo Fang! Don't go too far!"

His face flushed red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"This is Wasteland Era! You forcibly deposed our guild leader in front of so many of us, and now you want to strip us of our identities. Aren't you afraid your sin value will skyrocket?!"

These words instantly ignited a glimmer of hope in everyone's hearts.

Yup!

Sin value!

One of the core rules of Wasteland Era!

Actively attacking other players will increase your sin value.

When your sin value reaches a certain level, you will receive a negative title, and all your attributes will be reduced by a percentage!

Combat power is the most fundamental constraint that the game imposes on top-tier players!

The other person, as if grasping at a straw, immediately echoed in a shrill voice:

"That's right! Sin value!"

"Mo Fang, you're number one on the ladder! Your combat power is so high, even the lowest-level sin value title would reduce all your attributes by 10%, which would be enough to knock you off your number one throne!"

"10%! That's several thousand points of combat power! Can you really afford that?"

"If they really attack so many of us, your sin rating will be at least level three! At that point, with a 30% reduction in all attributes, your War God set will be practically useless!"

The crowd was immediately outraged.

The crowd, who had been silent just moments before, seemed to have found a weapon to fight against Mo Fang and began to speak up.

"Mo Fang, have you thought this through?"

"Is it worth risking your status as the top player on the ladder for us nobody?"

They made a show of bravado but were actually cowardly, trying to force Mexico to back down by using the rules of the game.

This was their last hope, and the only way they could think of to threaten the monster.

However, faced with their "threats," the Mexican side simply stood quietly.

After they finished speaking, he let out a soft chuckle from under his helmet, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Oh."

That soft laugh silenced everyone's shouts.

An ominous premonition once again enveloped their hearts.

Mo Fang tilted his head slightly, a movement that, combined with his menacing armor, appeared both eerie and oppressive.

Do you think I care about sin points?