Matrix Survival: I Get A Random Chest Every Day-Chapter 678 - 496: The Spoils of Kunlun and the 9 Heavens Were Snatched!_2

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The hair, nails, flesh, bones, fascia, and internal organs were all becoming energy, compressing infinitely.

This transformation was irreversible, even if he wanted to stop now, he had no chance. ๐˜ง๐“‡๐‘’๐‘’๐‘คโ„ฏ๐‘๐“ƒ๐˜ฐ๐‘ฃโ„ฏ๐˜ญ.๐˜คโ„ด๐˜ฎ

That's why he was using this ability for the first time now.

This is a suicidal Genetic Ability, trading life for life, trading life for injury.

Once officially activated, there's no return.

No matter if the target gets injured by this move, he himself would definitely not survive.

The dazzling character "Big" finally broke through layer after layer of obstacles under the cover of everyone, following the already breached shell, drilling into the giant scorpion's body.

At this moment, the energy compression of the Big Character Burst finally reached a critical point, expanding with a loud explosion.

Boom!!!

The deafening sound changed the color of Heaven and Earth.

"Hiss~~~"

The giant scorpion let out a painful screech, its massive body curled up, seemingly undergoing unprecedented torment.

The shell bulged high, suddenly burst, breaking inch by inch, as viscous fluid splattered in all directions.

"Hiss~~"

The giant scorpion writhed in agony, yet in the process tore its body into two halves at the point of explosion.

The giant scorpion's frantic movements slowed and finally came to a halt.

For a long time, the giant scorpion, now in two pieces, no longer moved, its life force completely gone.

"Dead... it's dead... we did it!"

The commander couldn't believe it. After sacrificing nearly ten thousand warriors, they finally managed to slay the Boss of the Desert Oasis stage!

"We succeeded!"

"We succeeded!"

The surviving warriors cheered excitedly, their efforts hadn't been in vain, and those comrades who fell to the scorpion's attacks hadn't suffered for nothing.

Taking down a King Level life form was a worthwhile endeavor for the entire legion!

Someone fired the remaining bullets in their magazine into the sky to vent the overwhelming excitement within.

This was a Boss they conquered without relying on Li Zheng or anyone else, solely through their own strength!

Even if each person's power was insignificant, the light of fireflies gathered can still rival the bright moon!

"Notify the leader to come and decompose the Boss..."

The commander excitedly sent a message in the legion channel, not noticing a cloaked and masked Player's figure appearing at the entrance of the Desert Oasis.

"Pardon my intrusion... this Boss belongs to us, Creation."

The cloaked player quietly approached the commander from behind, and with a swing of a knife, beheaded him.

The commander's excited expression was frozen on his face, turning into white light in amazement, seemingly not even realizing how he ended up killed.

The cloaked player made no effort to hide his accent, holding a long knife, swaggering into the Oasis without even sparing a glance at the surviving Kunlun Warriors,

and indeed, he did not need to.

Because after the grueling battle, these people were already exhausted, and with the Boss's death, the tension in their spirits instantly released, each person feeling their body weary.

They only wished to find a place to collapse and rest to relieve their nearly breaking bodies.

"Thank you for helping deal with the Boss. I hope the Kunlun members don't resist, allow me to take the Boss's loot, otherwise..." The cloaked player swung the slender tachi in his hand angrily, his tone cold: "I won't mind killing all of you!"

Such rampant words instantly ignited the anger of everyone from Kunlun and Nine Heavens, all cursing loudly: "Bullshit! If you want the loot, you'll have to get past me!"

"Damn that brat!"

"Charge!"

In mutual understanding, everyone charged at the cloaked player with all their might at the same moment, even knowing it was futile, they hesitated not a bit.

"Yagyu Swordsmanship!"

Facing the charge of over a thousand players, the cloaked player showed no sign of fear, grasping the knife reverse-handed, slightly bending his upper body.

"Ghost God Shock!"

The blade flashed, slicing across dozens of meters in front, those warriors from Kunlun and Nine Heavens, charging at the front, were instantly bisected at the waist, turning into white light and drifting away.

Among those dots of white light were eyes full of anger and hatred.

Even in death, they wanted to use their own way to let the other party know their stance!

"Since you all refuse to see reason, I won't hold back."

The cloaked player spoke coldly, radiating killing intent, as the tachi in his hand danced, returning to his waist.

The next moment, he bent his body low, flashing into the crowd like electricity.

The blade flashed violently, blood splattering in bursts.

The exhausted warriors were no match for him, not even lasting a single move, falling to the cloaked player's blade.

At this moment, human life was trivial.

At this moment, killing was like harvesting grass.

"Stop!"

A furious voice came from the Teleportation Gate entrance, as Tang Qianzang appeared there with the other four members of the Journey to the West Team, watching as the cloaked player slaughtered members of Kunlun and Nine Heavens, their eyes nearly popping out in rage.

"Old Sun, Old Ma, you two are the fastest, block him for me!"

Tang Qianzang saw that the cloaked figure didn't react to his call to stop, so he simply commanded his teammates to besiege him.

"No problem!"

"Leave it to me!"

Old Sun raised his hand, summoned a white cloud under his feet, standing on it as if walking on flat ground, his speed amazing.

Old Ma neighed, his limbs transformed into hooves, moving as swift as the wind and lightning.

"Old Zhu, you follow closely with Old Sha, wait for Old Sun and them to engage before using control, keep that brat here, I want to tear him apart alive!" Tang Qianzang gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, nearly devouring people in rage.