Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1154 - 308: A Familiar Return, Reflection Time

In the Perception View, the Player Clan warriors had already crossed a stretch of obstructive building ruins, generally looking ferocious as they shouted various slogans, rapidly advancing towards the Jile Army.

The shock brought by an unexpected reunion faded away, and the Lord of Jile cast his gaze on the Reflection Rule floating in front of him, ready to continue his research.

At that moment, he suddenly looked up.

He was troubled by the Reflection Rule's inability to produce Rule Energy in his hands, and needed external force to help.

Controllable Players, aren't they the perfect target group?

With an idea, the Lord of Jile acted immediately.

...

Illusion Spirit Wilderness, Mirroring Clan ruins.

The players and the Jile Army once again engaged in a blood-pumping mutual brawl mode, tussling with Jile Evil Spirit and the Jile Insect Clan.

A Melee Faction warrior swung his fist too hard at the Evil Spirit, slipped on the rubble beneath his feet and fell face-first, while the incoming Evil Spirit lunged in vain, crashing into a ruin pillar, both sides unbelievably clumsy.

A man and a monster staggered to their feet.

The warrior rubbed his swollen nose, picked up a piece of building debris beside him, and said sternly:

"Come again, grandpa won't stop bashing you into sacrificial power until you take my last name."

The Jile Evil Spirit roared in response, and the two figures tangled together again, rolling in the rubble.

At the center of the battlefield, it was practically a mass tumbling scene.

Countless figures tangled together, engaging in the most primitive collisions.

Amidst the dust, a half-broken brick would occasionally fly, ignoring friend or foe, randomly striking a lucky person.

The regional channel was abuzz:

"Brothers, come quick, I've pinned this Evil Spirit down, smash its head, hurry, I can't hold on."

"Any gentleman willing to lend a bottle of Potion? I'm out of sacrificial power credit, don't wanna die back home."

"Ahhhh, so lively here, any team need a Monster Stream master? I can take on three purple-skinned Evil Spirits."

"This battlefield is so familiar, as soon as I entered, my hair got yanked out, instantly entering bald combat mode, just like the Jile Training Camp, with the same familiar taste."

The whole battlefield was a mix of shouts, curses, sounds of collisions, and laughter, like an absurd farce, breaking the silence of the long-forsaken Mirroring Clan ruins.

As more players entered the field, the familiar feeling returned.

Just when players were enthusiastically farming sacrificial power, at the height of the battle.

Suddenly, a purple-skinned silhouette appeared in the sky, as if an invisible giant hand clenched the air, the dust that was rising stayed suspended motionless in mid-air, even the distant "rustling" of shells from the Insect Race halted abruptly, and all the Jile Evil Spirit and Jile Insect Clan stopped too.

Newbie players were not unfamiliar with this silhouette.

It was none other than "Evil Language," one of the rotating gatekeepers of the Jile Army.

Usually when high-level players entered, the gatekeeper would eliminate them, having absolute authority in the Jile Training Camp.

"Everyone, stop!"

Players who were still pulling at each other's hair all looked up, curious about what kind of nonsense the gatekeeper was about to spout.

But there were still players who completely ignored Evil Language, seizing the moment to act as the Jile Evil Spirit and Jile Insect Race warriors paused.

A mark appeared on Evil Language's forehead, purple energy gathered in his palm, and then rained down like a shower.

Accurately sending the disobedient players on the battlefield back to a small dark room.

After the harvest ended, Evil Language's cold voice echoed throughout the battlefield, piercing into every player's eardrum:

"Stop, it's Reflection time, all of you look up at the sky for 73 Jile Points (Jile time unit: 73 seconds)."

Evil Language's voice carried no emotion but was filled with terrifying Life Suppression.

Upon hearing those words, players were a bit dumbfounded.

What does looking at the sky for 73 seconds mean?

At that moment, dark purple lightning spread across the sky like a spider web.

Then, a translucent screen formed in the sky, its edges burning with eerie blue flames, crackling as electric currents crawled over the surface of the screen. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The subsequent scene left players flabbergasted.

On screen, a strange creature wearing sunglasses wiggled its fat body, holding a glowing purple bottle excitedly shouting:

"My research outcome, Growth Potion!"

Then more content squeezed into the screen, which kept getting partitioned.

Various strange creatures flaunted things the players couldn't comprehend in different frames, many of which appeared abstract to players.

This scene left players bewildered, not understanding what Ah Le hidden behind the scenes was up to.

At this moment, a player suddenly spoke in the regional channel:

"No way, why is the newb training camp broadcasting commercials now? And that's so-called Reflection time, isn't it just ad time, can't we skip it?"