Wang Xixi: “We can see God Feng heading toward the giant tree—she’s starting to climb!”
“But the boss is unbelievably fast, catching up to her immediately.”
“God Feng is struggling! She’s taking hits! She’s sneaking in moments to heal!”
Crescent Moon: “Yet she keeps climbing! She must have a plan—is this risky move her last hope?”
Wang Xixi: “The situation is getting worse, more desperate! Can she hold on long enough?”
“Oh no! God Feng has no time to chug potions now—her HP bar is unstable! Her defenses are crumbling!”
“This next boss attack might—Wait! The boss suddenly weakened!”
Crescent Moon: “Look at its level! It dropped! Level 38! God Feng did it! She held out!”
“It’s the height—no, the range! The boss has an enhancement domain, and she dragged it outside!”
Wang Xixi: “Now it begins! God Feng is counterattacking! Does she plan to finish the boss here? Impossible, right?”
“Indeed, she can’t match it head-on. But wait—look at her sword!”
Crescent Moon: “That’s the skill she used before! She’s controlling the sword remotely! The sneak attack worked!”
“Now she teleported away. Can we switch to the boss’s perspective? Something’s wrong with it.”
Wang Xixi: “Seems impossible. But the boss appears to have fallen. And it’s in berserk mode.”
“Uh, Crescent Moon, I have a question. Why do God Feng’s enemies always go berserk outside the usual mechanics? Is this a game feature?”
Crescent Moon paused, pretending to think before answering: “Perhaps. The game emphasizes realism—scripted berserk mode would feel too artificial.”
In reality? After watching so many streams, she suspected the real issue was him.
Why do only your enemies break the rules, huh?
Meanwhile, the chat was flooded with: ‘An Actor Prepares’1.
“Okay, back to the topic.” Wang Xixi steered back on topic: “God Feng is now heading toward the retreating player alliance. She must be sharing her discovery to strategize against the boss.”
“Luckily, the alliance retreated slowly—they’ve only covered a third of the distance. God Feng will catch up easily.”
Crescent Moon mentally added: And so will the boss.
Knowing her brother, she doubted his goal was cooperation.
Share intel? For what? A group tree-climbing expedition?
With his vengeful streak, he’s definitely settling the score for being abandoned.
But she couldn’t say that. And Wang Xixi might not be able to understand, so she nodded diplomatically.
“Exactly! This is huge! The boss dropped two levels—damage reduction fell from 95% to 70%, damage amplification halved. Now it’s beatable!”
“God Feng risked her life for this intel!”
Wang Xixi seamlessly pivoted to discussing level suppression, their commentary perfectly synchronized.
As for Yulia?
Xu Xiaoyue was right—she was leading the boss toward the players.
But she was wrong about one thing.
Yulia wouldn’t hold grudges.
She preferred immediate payback.
Also, this path was the closest to the edge of the boss’s domain—hence why the players had retreated this way.
With a Speed Talisman active, she sprinted at full speed, occasionally glancing back.
Grounded, the boss was slower—but its fury had skyrocketed.
It rampaged forward, earth-shaking tremors marking its path like a runaway steam engine.
The hundred-meter fall had only shaved off 5% of its HP—pitiful damage, but the humiliation?
It was unforgivable.
A dignified god, tricked into a faceplant by a runt. A dignified Blood Elf, its wings severed, unable to regenerate.
This was pushing it too far!
It obliterated everything in its path, eyes locked on the Gold Clan pest ahead.
Yulia glanced back—a tide of crimson-black energy was devouring the landscape, closing in fast.
“Holy shit!”
She stopped looking and ran harder.
Thankfully, without flight, the boss couldn’t bombard her with firepower suppression.
But even grounded, its speed was terrifying.
From above, its path was a scar of darkness—a violent brushstroke across the capital.
Meanwhile, Yulia darted forward like a dragonfly, swift and silent.
Ahead was the player alliance—clueless little ‘beans’ waiting to be swallowed.
Only when they saw the smoke and felt the tremors did they realize:
Something is coming.
And other than the boss, what else could it be?
“Speed up! No—scatter!”
Staying grouped meant annihilation. Dispersing would buy time.
They split left and right, then fragmented further.
As the quakes grew deafening, they stopped running and took cover—standing ready for battle.
Chaos would only maximize casualties. They couldn’t outrun the boss anyway.
Then—
A black figure appeared, fast as lightning, crossing the distance in seconds.
That outfit, that ID—other than God Feng, who else could it be?
She raised a hand, pointing a single finger upwards, stomped twice—then vanished.
Before anyone could decipher the gesture, red-black light flooded their vision.
The boss.
It was here.
At this moment, someone shouted: “Attack!”
A deafening explosion erupted on the boss’s path.
Players hesitated, feeling that the command was too sudden, but they obeyed instinctively.
No questions asked, no time to overthink—they commenced firepower suppression on the explosion’s epicenter.