Beep beep beep....
Xiahou Fuxing saw the giant dragon in the sky, excitedly blowing the Charge Horn, and the players who were about to collapse suddenly seemed like they were on adrenaline, starting a counterattack.
"Ura..."
"Kill!"
"Cut them down!"
"You bastard!"
The battle cries shook the heavens, and the players' momentum surged as they suddenly clashed with the undead monsters, and the bloody grindstone abruptly escalated again.
Perhaps the players saw a sanitized version, but Baiyi truly saw a scene filled with flying flesh and blood.
As an NPC, Baiyi once again felt the terror of players. Actually, what can limit players was never laws or severe punishment, but that level cap.
Even at Level 25, Baiyi felt in danger; if they reached Level 50, even just these six million players would directly crush the order.
The familiar Charge Horn made Baiyi feel the flow of blood; his gaze sharpened as he looked at Xiahou Fuxing, lost in thought.
