The official livestream’s commentators had changed back to Wang Xixi and Crescent Moon.
The other commentator, Love Kun, had been barred due to reports from anti-fans, leaving the duo to handle the broadcast alone.
“We can see that although the players united to defeat the boss using game mechanics, they’ve triggered a new round of challenges.”
“They’ve all been teleported to the center of the royal district. Looking at the third-party spectator map, nearly every player in the capital is gathered here. This will be the final battle.”
“Their next challenge is a level 40 world boss with 900,000 HP, crowned with the name of ‘Nightmare God’!”
“Let’s witness this final battle together.”
Crescent Moon: “Look! God Feng is moving—she… she turned and ran!”
Xixi: “Although God Feng predicted the Nightmare God’s arrival and mentioned retreating earlier, we all know her ‘retreats’ are never just escapes. She won’t abandon the boss.
“This time as well, she must have a deeper purpose when retreating.”
Crescent Moon: “Eh? really?”
Knowing her brother, she knew his retreats were very much real—he would bolt away without a second thought. But she kept that to herself.
As if on cue, the boss spread its wings and lunged toward God Feng’s fleeing figure.
Xixi’s voice rose with excitement. “Just as I thought! God Feng has somehow drawn the boss’s aggro! She’s relocating the battlefield!”
“The players are still clustered chaotically, lacking any battle formation. Someone needed to pull the boss’s attention to buy time for reorganization.”
“And God Feng silently took on this crucial, perilous task—greatness needs no words!”
Xu Xiaoyue frowned. Did my brother suddenly grow a conscience? Maybe it’s possible…?
Well, he is God Feng after all.
She had initially refused to call him ‘God Feng’—it felt odd praising her own brother. But after witnessing his absurdly powerful plays throughout the stream, even she had reluctantly adopted the title.
Can’t deny it—he’s kinda cool.
On-screen, Yulia sprinted through the ruins before suddenly sensing movement behind her.
She spun, crossing her arms to form a translucent barrier.
The Nightmare God closed the distance in a blur, its fist erupting with a shockwave that shattered the shield instantly.
Yulia was knocked away flying.
Xixi: “Oh no! God Feng underestimated the boss’s speed and power—she’s taken direct damage! This is the first time she’s been hit in the entire stream!”
Crescent Moon: “Look at the damage number—5,031! That’s enough to one-shot any player!”
Xixi: “Is God Feng okay?! Her health bar… it’s still half-full?! Does she have over 10,000 HP?!”
Yulia bounced off the ground mid-flight, twisting to redirect her momentum and continue escaping.
“Hiss—that hurts!”
Her left arm hung limp, nearly shattered by the blow.
Using her right hand, she yanked out a health potion and chugged it down. Life force seeped back into her as her left arm rapidly recovered.
Though agonizing, the impact had flung her far enough to create breathing room.
The boss’s stats were insane—30% higher than the level 40 Three-Tailed Demon Fox she had fought earlier. Its base speed alone was 16 times her normal speed.
Worse, it was a humanoid creature with a fairly high level of intelligence.
Yulia activated a Speed Talisman, granting her 1.2 times boost for 30 seconds—narrowing the speed gap between her and the boss as she headed for the ruins.
Like a black lightning bolt, she zigzagged through crumbling buildings, relying on the cover to stall for time.
The airborne boss pursued as a streak of black light, colliding with structures to bulldoze shortcuts.
The black light was faster than the lightning, often catching up and causing violent collisions.
The lightning flickered like glitching pixels, reappearing somewhere else whenever the boss closed in.
But it instantly locked onto her new position each time, unleashing black-red energy balls and summoning nightmare imps between barrages.
[Energy Impact] and [Nightmare Haunting].
Yulia retaliated with space attribute magic bullets to intercept the lethal blows, shredding the annoying imps with the resulting true damage.
Then she continued to weave around covers.
The boss had it easy. It can track the scent of gold, obliterating everything in its path as it pursues.
But this brute-force approach slowed it down slightly. Combined with Golden Law’s spatial hops, it couldn’t immediately finish her off.
The chase became a violent game of eagle catching chicks—just that both eagle and chick could level city blocks.
Energy clashes flattened an entire building.
Streaks of light blanketed the sky in a deadly net.
But Yulia kept stalling. I’m not alone—there are thousands of players here!
Once they regroup and assist her, the pressure will ease.
Then I’ll find my chance to escape.
Meanwhile, the 20,000-strong player alliance stood frozen.
They blankly watched distant explosions and the surreal lightshow of pursuit.
One thought united them:
Are these two even human?!
Neither side resembled players. Normal people couldn’t unleash such attacks—nor survive them.
The Nightmare God was understandable. After all, it’s the final boss—literally a god.
But Feng was clearly another boss!
Oh wait, her name also has ‘God’ in it.
Suddenly, a fireball exploded overhead, snapping them out of their daze.
Commands followed: “Reform the formation!”
“Commander, are we reinforcing her?”
“Reinforce what?! At these speeds, we can’t even touch the fight! Charging in is suicide! Retreat!”
“Retreat?!”
Many hesitated.
Isn’t this just selling out your teammate?!
Selling out a teammate in a globally streamed boss fight? We’ll be crucified online!
“Use your brains! God Feng is clearly buying time for our retreat! We preserve our effective forces, regroup, and strategize!”
The logic convinced most of them. Why else would God Feng attract aggro initially?
They cast reverent gazes toward the distant battle, honoring a hero’s sacrifice.
Then they began to retreat.