Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

"Cactus, come out here!"

Li Xianyu slammed his staff into the ground, causing several cracks to appear in the air. Grayish-white smoke surged out wildly, condensing into five semi-transparent ancestral phantoms—an old man with white hair and beard, a warrior in armor and holding a spear, and a scholar holding a scroll—they silently surrounded the demon, using spears, swords, and scrolls as weapons to fiercely slash at its arms!

"Dang li ge dang dang li ge dang—"

Kong Wenbin opened his mouth and chanted, and a golden halo spread from his body, enveloping everyone, and a transparent film appeared on his skin:

"Let's express our gratitude to the saint for bestowing upon our entire team the strength of a city wall!"

"middle!"

Tie Dan swung his hands repeatedly, sending manhole covers flying one after another, tracing arcs in the air. Each strike could smash several arms!

"Immortal Guy, hit! Open Foot Bag, hit! Flick on the Head, hit!!"

Cheng Cheng and Paul drew their swords and charged into the battle.

The Sword of Benevolence was imbued with black flames; with each strike, an arm was incinerated to ashes. He stared at the basketball, at the core protected by countless arms, drawing ever closer, relentlessly severing any limbs that stood in his way—

The elbow strikes the demon in a rage.

Those arms swung wildly, each elbow carrying the force to shatter rocks, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound. Yang Chen withstood three blows, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't retreat an inch; three of Li Xianyu's ancestral phantoms were torn apart, but fortunately, she had enough ancestors, and two more quickly crawled out of the cracks to fill the gaps; Tie Dan smashed off more than a dozen arms with his manhole cover, then pulled out new ones and continued throwing them—

Paul kept his strength hidden, reducing it to the Silver rank level, while the Cleric Kong Wenbin and the Assassin Luo Ao continuously used healing and protection spells to support the team.

The battle lasted only one minute.

Cheng Cheng finally got close to the core.

He leaped up, his sword imbued with the most intense black flames, and pierced the shattered basketball—

"Pfft!"

The sword pierced through.

The demon's screams echoed throughout the third level, and countless arms fell limply at the same time, like a sudden downpour. One after another, the eyeballs exploded, and black blood rained down, splashing onto the rails and making a "sizzling" corrosive sound.

"Experience +1500"

Level: 19→20

Combat Power: 2500 → 2700

Cheng Cheng landed, panting heavily.

The Elbow Strike Demon was successfully defeated, and a black-orange flame and seven or eight Originium were released.

As agreed beforehand, Cheng Cheng threw the fire seed and source stone to the elf captain Kong Wenbin, and they would be distributed according to contribution after the dungeon exploration was completed.

"Phew—" Yang Chen plopped down on the tracks, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth. "This thing is really powerful! I thought I was going to die here!"

"Thanks to this young lady's information." Kong Wenbin looked at Cheng Cheng, his eyes filled with respect. "If we hadn't been prepared in advance, we would have lost at least one person in that surprise attack."

Cheng Cheng nodded, before he could speak—

An eerie song began to play.

"The prison in heaven is vast and silent, the children on earth yearn for Mamba—"

"Mamba fly—Mamba fly—"

"What can I say—"

Everyone looked up at the same time.

The clouds churned, and a bright orange helicopter swooped down from the sky!

It suddenly transformed a hundred meters from the orbit—the fuselage twisted, stretched, and reassembled, the propellers became twin swords, the tail became a thruster, the cockpit cracked open, and a metallic face appeared with a strange smile, its single red eye fixedly locked onto Cheng Cheng!

"Wherever there's an elbow strike, there I am—"

The mechanical sound echoed throughout the entire third floor:

"I am a high-ranking demon—the demon of the plane crash."

"Mortal, prepare to die!"

Yang Chen's smile vanished completely.

Kong Wenbin's face was as pale as paper.

Li Xianyu almost dropped his staff.

Tie Dan's manhole cover fell onto the railway tracks with a clang.

Superior demon.

That's an existence that requires a Gold-rank team to defeat, and they were just a bunch of Silver-rank players.

"Run—" Kong Wenbin's voice was hoarse, "Run quickly—"

But the crash demon had already moved; its propellers transformed into twin swords, aimed directly at Yang Chen!

"Look at you!"

Yang Chen roared, and his giant axe met the attack head-on—

"Lightning Whirlwind Slash!"

"clang--!!!"

The deafening clang of metal hitting metal made everyone's eardrums ache.

Yang Chen was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing onto the track ten meters away. The giant axe slipped from his hand and tumbled into the abyss with a clang.

"Brother!" Kong Wenbin exclaimed.

He rushed over immediately, a golden halo enveloping Grom, and began emergency treatment. Loo followed, white light appearing in his palm, joining in the healing.

Yang Chen coughed up blood, a deep, bone-revealing wound on his chest, his ribs broken, but he was still alive, his eyes still open, staring at the mechanical demon floating in the air: "What...what if I'm looking at you..."

"Stop looking!" Kong Wenbin exclaimed, sweating profusely. "If you keep looking, you'll really die!"

Tie Dan gritted his teeth and swung his hands repeatedly, smashing manhole covers one after another against the crashing plane demon—

The manhole cover sparked as it scraped against the demon's armor, leaving a shallow scratch, before bouncing off and plunging into the abyss.

"It can't break through the defenses..." Tie Dan's voice trembled, "This thing can't break through the defenses..."

Li Xianyu summoned five ancestral phantoms, but as soon as they approached the demon, they were shredded to pieces by the propeller-shaped twin swords.

"Even a magic wand can't stop it..." she murmured.

Finally, Paul moved.

He took a step forward, his figure as fast as lightning, and the Golden Sanctuary was fully activated. A pale golden barrier enveloped everyone, and the longsword in his hand transformed into a stream of light, piercing straight into the core of the demon!

"Clang—clang—clang—!"

The three sword strikes left three deep cuts on the demon's armor!

The crash demon retreated several meters, its one eye flashing red light, staring at Paul:

"A gold-level player teaming up with a silver-level player? Man, you're quite interesting."

Its gaze swept over Cheng Cheng, then over the spirits slumped on the tracks, and finally settled on Paul:

"Unfortunately, even at the Gold rank, it's useless."

It spoke, its voice icy:

"All birds have vanished from the mountains—"

An invisible power spread out!

Paul's body suddenly froze, and then, like a bird that had lost its wings, he plummeted straight down from mid-air!

"Watch out!" Cheng Cheng was prepared and grabbed Paul by the collar, pulling him back onto the tracks.

Paul staggered to his feet, his face ashen.

"Flight is banned..."

"Don't fly," Cheng Cheng said. "Fight on the railway tracks."

Paul nodded, gripped his longsword, and charged at the demon once more.

This time, he stood firmly on the ground, his sacred domain shrinking to the surface of his body. His sword strikes were even more ferocious, each strike leaving wounds on the demon's armor, each strike forcing the demon to retreat—

But the demon is too big.

With its five-meter-tall mechanical body and propeller-like twin swords wielding in a relentless barrage, Paul risks being cleaved in two with every attack.

Luo raised his hand, and a white healing aura enveloped Paul. The wounds from the propeller began to heal slowly. Kong Wenbin gritted his teeth and continued to cast shields on the entire team.

Cheng Cheng stood at a distance, constantly throwing fireballs. Yang Chen struggled to his feet, picked up the giant axe, and rejoined the battle. Tie Dan had finished throwing away the manhole cover, so he started throwing stones, chains, and even his own boots from his backpack. Li Xianyu summoned the two strongest ancestral phantoms and had them entangle the demon's side.

"There's a chance! We can win!"

The strength of a demon lies mostly in its powers, but the power of the crashed demon is only to prohibit flight, and its physical combat strength is only at the late Gold level. With Paul at the center, the group cooperated well and left one wound after another on the demon!

If we keep playing like this, we can win!

A glimmer of hope appeared in everyone's eyes. Just then, the crashed demon suddenly retreated and hovered at a higher position!

Twenty meters, thirty meters, forty meters from the railway tracks...

Those without ranged attack methods stopped fighting. The demon lowered its head, its single red eye locking onto Cheng Cheng.

"You have thoroughly enraged me, ha, humans. Do you know why humans fear plane crashes more than car accidents, shipwrecks, or train derailments?"

Paul's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Because the fatality rate for a plane crash is 100%."

Having said that, the crashed demon rose into the sky, spread its arms, and activated its second power—

"All paths have vanished without a trace!"

The demon's voice echoed throughout the third level.

"Bang--!!!"

The armor on the crashed demon exploded, and countless fragments flew everywhere. Like a shot-down iron bird, it fell straight down from a height of forty meters, crashing onto the rails, sparks flying everywhere, its body crackling with short-circuit electricity!

But at the same time—

An invisible curse emanated from everyone, rushing straight towards their hearts!