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The Dragon King had no idea, but as the first BOSS collapsed, the iron gate leading to the deeper part slowly rose.

The atmosphere improved considerably as they passed through the sewage ditch, where the previously damp and stagnant air became dry and cold.

Before them lay a massive maze made of gray-white stone bricks, with a thin white mist permeating the air and visibility extremely low.

The surroundings were quiet, without even a whisper of wind, only the echoing sound of footsteps on the stone slabs.

"Everyone be careful."

Lin Qingyue walked in the middle of the group, the gem at the top of her staff emitting a soft light to dispel the mist: "The monsters on this floor should be stealthy. Pay attention to the air fluctuations around you."

Having just suffered a humiliating defeat in the BOSS battle, the Arrogant Dragon King is now eager to prove himself.

He gripped his dagger tightly, activated the assassin's Eagle Eye skill, and walked on the far flank of the team, his mind highly focused.

"I must get my revenge... I'm a skilled player, I'm second in the entire server..."

The Dragon King silently recited the mantra in his heart, when suddenly his eyes sharpened.

A strange distortion appeared in the air to the left front!

"There! Come out!"

The Dragon King reacted extremely quickly, his body instantly transforming into a blur as he rushed forward.

[Strike!]

A flash of cold light, and the dagger pierced precisely into the distorted air.

however.

Miss!

A huge white letter floated up.

The Dragon King was stunned: "What?"

In that instant, a pale, distorted ghost face suddenly appeared in the air, letting out a shriek, and a semi-transparent claw fiercely gripped the Dragon King's chest.

-450! (Mental shock!)

【Monster: Crypt Ghost (Lv.13)】

[Characteristics: Spiritual being, 90% nullifies physical attacks, vulnerable to light, dark, and fire magic damage.]

"Physical immunity?!"

The Dragon King stumbled back two steps, and seeing that his attack had only missed, he was so angry that he almost threw his dagger away.

"What kind of garbage mechanics are these? They completely eliminate any viability for physical damage classes?"

He is a pure physical assassin; all his skills deal physical damage.

Facing this almost completely immune ghost was like punching cotton; the feeling of being unable to exert any force made him extremely frustrated.

"It's a spirit!"

Lin Qingyue reacted quickly: "Physical classes, retreat and protect yourselves! Mages, focus fire! Qianqian, use Holy Light!"

Boom! Boom!

The two monks and Lin Qingyue immediately began chanting.

Ice arrows and fireballs whistled out, striking the ghosts and sending up plumes of white smoke.

-800!

-1200! (Attribute advantage!)

The damage is indeed very high, but problems arise as a result.

There are too many ghosts in the maze!

Waaaaah—

As the first ghost appeared, countless pairs of eerie green ghost eyes instantly lit up in the surrounding mist.

Twenty or thirty cave spirits surrounded them from all directions, emitting mournful howls.

"Too many!"

A mage said anxiously, "Our guild leader doesn't have enough mana! His skills aren't on cooldown!"

Physical classes can't do any damage, so the team relies entirely on three mages for output, which is incredibly inefficient.

Moreover, once the mage runs out of mana, it becomes a certain death situation.

As more and more ghosts approached, the Dragon King gritted his teeth and brandished his dagger, only to inflict an embarrassing forced damage:

-1! -1! -1!

"Damn it! This dungeon design is absolutely insane!" The Dragon King's mentality was about to collapse again.

Just then.

Snapped--!

A crisp, melodious crack, like tearing silk, suddenly rang out in the maze.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

Su Yu, who had been standing at the back of the group, had somehow put away his menacing katana.

Instead, he now wielded a long black whip, several meters in length.

The whip was shrouded in dense black demonic energy, and its barbs gleamed coldly in the dim light.

That was the blue-quality item Su Yu had previously obtained—[Dark Overseer's Whip].

Although it's just a blue-grade item, it has a special attribute: attacks deal additional dark magic damage.

"Move aside," Su Yu said calmly.

He wore a dark red, worn-out nobleman's suit, with pale skin, stern eyes, and a black whip in his hand.

At this moment, the aura of a vampire count was brought to its fullest expression.

Snapped!

With a flick of his wrist, Su Yu unleashed a black leather whip that lashed out like a snake from its hole, striking the nearest ghost in an instant.

-110! (Dark magic damage!)

-130! (Soul burning!)

"ah!!"

The ghost let out an even more miserable scream than before, as if it had suffered some kind of torture from the depths of its soul, and its translucent body instantly dimmed by half.

It works, but....

Su Yu's lips twitched; the damage was far too low.

Since it works, then... let's dance!

Although he focused on physical attacks, his magic attack with the whip was too low, but his damage increased as his health decreased!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The following scenes became somewhat "unsuitable for children" and extremely beautiful.

Su Yu's figure moved gracefully through the mist, his long whip wielded with impenetrable skill.

Each lash of the whip struck the ghost precisely in its vital points, unleashing bursts of black demonic energy and piercing screams.

That scene.....

A cold and aloof beauty in a tuxedo is wielding a whip with an indifferent expression, frantically lashing a group of helpless ghosts.

No matter how I look at it, it just feels... weird.

"Holy crap..."

Wang Tuyun, who was holding up his shield in defense, stared wide-eyed.

He stared blankly at Su Yu's fluid whip-wielding movements, at the slender figure outlined by the tight-fitting suit, and couldn't help but swallow hard, subconsciously muttering to himself:

"Goddess...so...so sadistic..."

Why does he have this urge to be slapped?

The Dragon King, standing to the side, was also dumbfounded.

He looked at the dagger in his hand that could only deal "1 point of damage", and then at the leather whip in Su Yu's hand that was lashing out fiercely. His worldview was shaken.

"Why would a berserker carry such a weapon around?"

"And...why are you wielding that whip even better than I am?"

Even Lin Qingyue, who was usually aloof, had a strange expression on her face at this moment.

As she watched Su Yu's cold yet wild back, words like "queen" and "training" involuntarily surfaced in her mind. She quickly shook her head, trying to banish these strange thoughts.

"What are you still looking at?"

Su Yu lashed out at the last ghost with his whip, then glanced back at the stunned crowd and frowned slightly: "Mages finish off the attackers, those out of mana, use potions."

".....oh oh!"

The group then seemed to snap out of their daze and hurriedly caught up with the attack.

This time, however, the way everyone looked at Su Yu, in addition to the previous awe, also carried an inexplicable... awe.

After all, nobody wants to be whipped like that.

Except for fat people.

While tanking the monsters, the fat guy secretly chuckled to himself, "Hehe, maybe next time I should ask the goddess to use her whip to help me level up? That sounds pretty good..."