T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

The Wind Weaver clone, who was fleeing at top speed to avoid Holora's pursuit, suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud, writhing in pain.

It only took a few seconds, and the cat-and-mouse game was over.

"Jiang Heyi, you piece of trash!"

Sensing Holora's arrival, Zhifeng endured the excruciating pain and stood up straight, assuming a posture as if he were to borrow the spiritual energy of the Three Domes Land to confront her.

Holola let her magic swirl around her, squinting as she examined her "sisters" in the candlelight.

“Zhifeng, this is the first time we’ve met face to face.”

"The master's disciple can't catch up with my clone, it's laughable."

"You may have misunderstood something. I only did this because I didn't want to abuse the power of the two worlds."

"Bluster. Once I kill you, the Overlord will acknowledge my power," Zhifeng sneered. "What you can have, I can have too!"

"By the way, let me give you a friendly reminder: Candlelight and the others can't get out of that space. Tooth and Throat are already in their complete forms, and they are no match for them."

"Kill me, or save them?"

With victory seemingly assured, Zhi Feng clenched the spiritual energy cluster of the Three Domes in his hand in a defiant manner.

"You, who dare not harm this world, and whose spiritual energy level is the same as mine, what do you intend to use to defeat me?"

Holora looked at the self-performing guy with pity and sighed.

"First, Candlelight is not you; she knows how to properly utilize administrator privileges under restrictive conditions."

"Secondly, the boundary between reality and illusion is not weak; you should have experienced the consequences of losing your two legs there."

"at last……"

Holola's aura surged, and black and white flames ignited on her body, making her appear like an immortal stepping out of a traditional Chinese ink painting.

Suddenly, a pair of translucent butterfly wings unfolded behind her, shimmering with starlight-like sparkles.

As the butterfly's wings fluttered gently, the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles began to resonate and tremble.

The snow on the mountaintop collapsed in a soft rustling sound, and the ancient trees nearby swayed without any wind.

All living beings in the Three Domes were responding to the call of what was behind Holora.

Zhi Feng was utterly shocked.

"This world has no world consciousness, so how could they respond to you..."

Holola sighed again.

"Your lack of knowledge about fairies has led you to ask such a laughable question."

Zhifeng finally got scared.

She gripped the spiritual energy in her hand and threatened, "Don't move! If... if you make any rash moves, I'll drain all the potential from this world!"

"Look at the spiritual energy in my hand. If I misuse it, all the living beings here will... sigh?"

The ball of spiritual energy in Zhifeng's hand slipped away like grains of sand through the gaps between his fingers.

Realizing that Holora could even control her spiritual energy, Zhifeng roared and charged forward.

"I don't agree!"

Holora didn't look at her directly, but simply channeled a little magic and gently touched her.

As if an invisible hand had slapped Zhifeng, who was still speeding along, onto the ground, forcing him to make intimate contact with the earth, and brought him to an abrupt halt.

She tried to struggle to her feet, but couldn't even move a finger.

"I don't agree!!"

With a series of low growls, Holora stepped forward, grabbed her by the throat, and lifted her up with one hand.

"The game of playing house, where you act as a god and a chess player, is over, little puppet."

"You have done too many wrong things, I have no right to judge you."

"The ruler will descend in a month, and someone more powerful than me will enumerate your sins."

“If you want to replace me, you can go and talk to the Lord.” Holora chuckled.

For nearly a year, the Three Heavens have been able to summon wind and rain, and the Weaver of Wind has tasted the pleasure of the gods.

The exhilaration of controlling the fate of millions of lives made her feel omnipotent.

Like waking up from a dream.

It wasn't even a confrontation; in a single exchange, she couldn't even muster the strength to retaliate.

Fear finally dispelled the madness in her mind. She trembled, wanting to beg for mercy, but couldn't utter a single word.

She could only watch helplessly as Holora pressed her hand to her heart, channeling surging magic that extinguished the doll's core that was still functioning.

"Phew, catching up with you is much harder than shutting you down."

"He's just like our teacher back then, he can really run."

After complaining about her teacher, Holola's consciousness entered the game.

"Oh, you actually beat the tooth and throat! That's something fun to tell the teacher!"

Chapter 522 The Quadruple Primal Failed Human-Machine Authentication

After the fierce battle, only Chen Shaoyu seemed out of place—he was still standing.

Exhausted, the boundaries between reality and illusion were laid out in large characters on the ground, with candlelight joining in.

The jailer kept boasting about his god-like predictions, and everyone at the boundary between reality and illusion gave him face, agreeing with him nodding frequently no matter how many times it happened.

It was him again who stepped up at the most crucial moment.

When the Cuttlefish Quadruple was feinted and Jiang Heyi was too busy to attend to the battlefield behind him, his ability to come to the rescue in dire situations was put to good use once again.

But when asked how he could predict the shift of the wind and the orange tea, he could only give a bewildered answer.

“Intuition,” the jailer said, then confidently straightened his back. “Don’t you understand the awareness of top-tier players?”

A flash of inspiration from a high-level gamer is a god-like move.

A flash of inspiration from a "green" player is a god-like move.

But the jailer always manages to oscillate between these two extremes, displaying a unique and unpredictable style.

"Aren't you afraid?" French Fries suddenly asked. "If you die, you might really die."

The jailer thought for a moment and said with relief, "I didn't think that much about it. Besides, even if it's G, you guys will definitely find a way to handle the aftermath."

He thought for a moment and said, "I might feel bad for my parents, but my brother is still here, so everything will be alright."

"If all else fails, with Candlelight and Holora being so powerful, let's just erase that part of their memories."

Jiang Heyi was a little puzzled. Why was French Fries asking such an obvious question?

In a crisis, everyone acts on instinct...

He saw the meaningful look in the fries' eyes and suddenly understood without a word.

Indeed, if it were anyone else, the jailer would have instinctively done the same.

But this time, it was orange tea that was saved, so there are many more possibilities.

The French fry man spoke clearly, and the jailer answered frankly.

Some people listened thoughtfully.

"As expected of you, your reaction is really quick." Jiang Heyi muttered to himself.

French Fries remained expressionless, feigning ignorance, and said, "Whether it's a success or not, they'll decide for themselves. I don't know anything about it."

"I thought you would choose to wait until you had administrator privileges to restore it, but I didn't expect you to force an shutdown."

Holora's voice descended upon the game along with her figure.

She raised her hand to unfreeze the candle flame and clapped her hands with a smile.

"Everyone is safe and sound, that's great."

Holola let out a deep sigh of relief.

She faced immense pressure as she ventured into the Three Realms.

Defeating the wind is not difficult; the difficulty lies in finding and pursuing it.

The longer the game drags on, the more dangerous it becomes for everyone involved.

Her envisioned scenario was that the Windweavers would utilize powerful races to create effective and rational team compositions, forming instance-style campaigns similar to Siren Formation, Dragon Guard, and Zerg Nest.

With a single race as the foundation, different forms complement each other, allowing for both offense and defense, and enabling both advance and retreat.

No matter how strong the boundary between the real and the virtual is, it will still be difficult to move forward when faced with a venue with not many variables.

I'm grateful for Zhifeng's amazing thought process; when freezing administrator privileges, the first thing she did was choose the troublesome "restore history" mode.

Admittedly, all high-tier units spawned in this mode have increased strength.

However, once the thinking ability of intelligent life is activated and restored, the variables will increase exponentially.

They don't make deliberate choices when playing, but only make detailed adjustments when facing challenges like Boss Rush.

Because it involves too many game variables and has a complete archive of information on historical figures, they once used it as a trial within the organization.

In the parlance of this world, the way Zhifeng operates is to increase the intensity of his own actions.

She ate it.

Jiang Heyi asked, "Where's Zhifeng?"

"Back to reality, you will see her."

This means that the dangerous game that kept them on edge, where they could die at any moment, has officially come to an end.

Aside from the fact that the jailer physically withstood the ninth-tier spell and almost had to restart, their biggest problem was probably the corrosive mucus that kept scraping against their bodies when activating the Tooth and Throat.

If you get even a little bit on it, the shield will melt away.

Even items of the Origin Element and Tidecaller caliber would groan at the slightest touch.

Surprisingly, there were giant mosquitoes.

The "little" pet that the cheap teacher gave me is really useful; it can even be immune to the flesh-dissolving fluid.

The hatred of the Tooth Throat was completely locked onto it.

I breathed on the giant mosquito, spraying countless amounts of essence, but could only watch as it inserted its proboscis into my body unharmed.

This humiliation of fighting with all one's might but being unable to win and being relentlessly attacked would probably lead anyone with a bit more intelligence to choose a dignified strike—self-destruction for a one-for-one exchange!

As long as it is not interrupted by physical attacks, the giant mosquito can continuously suck the essence of blood and flesh.

His furious outburst reminded one of the experience of falling asleep with a buzzing sound in one's ear, unable to find the mosquito, only to hear the strange noise again immediately after turning off the lights.

The condensed life force, filtered and transformed by the giant mosquito, will immediately become the healing blessing, shield, and acceleration effect that people at the boundary between reality and illusion desperately need.

Sucking others' lifeblood to heal the entire team—in any game, this would be a character that players would hate to the core.

But if they're teammates, that's a different story.

As dawn broke, the consciousness of everyone at the boundary between the virtual and the real slowly returned to their respective bodies.

The first thing Cuttlefish saw when he woke up was the conspicuous hole in the door.

He was speechless: "So, last night I was the one who came closest to being killed by Zhifeng."

The house was in a mess, with debris everywhere and bits of meat scattered all over the place, leaving the awakened people nowhere to stand.

It was absolutely shocking; last night they were just one step away from dying suddenly.

Nongya?

Benefactor!

Nong Ya sat on the second-floor railing for most of the night.

This position allowed her to clearly see the rotten flesh next to the kitchen, as well as the bedrooms of the people behind her.

This was the first time she had encountered such a bizarre situation. She felt that if she wasn't careful, the seemingly dead, rotting flesh would wriggle and come back to life.