"Clang, clang."
The coffin swayed incessantly, but unfortunately, it still couldn't break through the Hundred Lock Seal. Gradually, it calmed down and ceased its struggle.
For hundreds of thousands of players, losing over a thousand people didn't hurt their foundation. Any gap was immediately filled, and the scene became increasingly chaotic.
The ten thousand ghost soldiers, limited by the anti-air zone, couldn't exert even half of their strength. They continued climbing the city walls fearlessly, giving an eerie feeling.
Under Su Ran's powerful offensive, Banana felt his blood boiling, his attack frequency increasing by thirty percent. He himself found it unbelievable. The Golden Crossbow he repeatedly operated was getting hot, but this didn't affect his output. At this moment, he couldn't even remember how many people he had killed; enjoying the game to this extent made life worth it.
