The Divine Corpse opened its mouth wide, seemingly in a laugh.
Another palm struck down, and countless new humans, following their sect leader's footsteps, turned into puddles of viscous flesh and blood slurry.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we better leave this damned place swiftly, before the big guy manages to launch the next attack. Let's quickly make our way out the way we came!"
Ron was surprisingly calm as he retreated, frantically pulling out life-saving items and tools for escape, despite the cold sweat soaking his back.
Several teammates, hearing their leader speak, didn't hesitate for a moment and instantly rushed towards the passage to the surface.
Only the previously mentioned woman-like short-haired black person kept the same pace as Ron.
She pointed to the high platform, unable to resist saying, "Ambition, look! Those people are players too. They seem to be preparing to fight this BOSS, shouldn't we go help?"
