SWISH.
SWISH.
SWISH.
In a world of endless, swirling yellow sand, the very person Shen Yue, Xiaohong, and Number 0 were thinking of was rapidly harvesting points. Massive vines materialized out of thin air. Then, like the indescribable tentacles of a Cthulhu Deity, the vines attacked with unstoppable momentum, instantly shredding any players they touched into dust the moment they appeared. All these players, regardless of their strength, vanished in a flash of white light, and the points they carried all became Shen Fei's.
"Next!"
Coordinating his Vine Towers and Detection Towers, Shen Fei swept the small, fifty-kilometer-radius desert map clean. He didn't bother chasing the ones who slipped through the net. Instead, he quickly mounted the Golden Eagle. Its head was covered in lumps, a testament to the discipline it had received for trying to escape. It was now completely submissive, not daring to entertain a single thought of fleeing.
