If memory served correctly.
During the first night's trial, Soren Park had said something similar.
Something about there being no food, a boss appearing, and being blown to bits.
Yet, Galen Yu had lived perfectly well until now, still holding a massive lead in first place.
Knowing he had guessed wrong before, Soren Park beat his chest and gave his word.
"Believe me this time!"
Although parts of the area were enclosed, some could still be observed, including the mob grinder area.
With the information at hand, Soren Park could clearly see that Galen Yu hadn't even lifted a finger this time.
Instead, it was a few Iron Golems!
What did this symbolize?
It must mean Galen Yu's rank was so high that he had become arrogant and complacent, thinking the challenge was beneath him and not worth his personal intervention!
He was looking down on the challenge event!
The Crisis Challenge, the Blood Moon descends!
Even on a normal night, the resource zones were crawling with zombies, with the danger level increased dozens of times over.
It made all the players afraid to step foot inside.
Now that even the moon had turned red, a tide of corpses was surging like ocean waves.
How could there not be a few elite or mutant monsters appearing?
When that happened, Galen Yu's fate was easy to imagine!
Even if an accident occurred, where was the most core building for farming points on a sky island?
The mob grinder!
He didn't know the principles, but he knew that without a mob grinder, there was no way to control mobs or farm points.
Having stayed in the resource zone for so long, Soren Park had also obtained some special blocks during his explorations.
When the time comes...
Letting out a cackling laugh, he was fully prepared this time.
While some of his information was off, Soren Park's reasoning did have some basis in fact.
After half an hour of high-intensity combat, Mark suddenly noticed a flicker of flame.
"Twilight... how can there be fire?"
Zombies only burn during the day, so where was the fire coming from now?
Following the source, he discovered it wasn't the Crisis Zombies that were burning.
Instead, it was the Loyal Zombies he had summoned that were starting to spontaneously combust!
The flames were merely spreading to the Crisis Zombies nearby.
'A sneak attack?'
The thought was extinguished instantly; with zombies covering the mountains and plains, no one could possibly be causing trouble at a time like this.
Since it wasn't someone else playing tricks, and since the Loyal Zombies were spontaneously combusting simultaneously...
It could only be a mechanic!
'The staff's power is weakening!'
The Loyal Zombies were composed of magical power, and now that this power was growing weaker and weaker, it caused the zombies to spontaneously combust.
Having no way to deal with this situation, Mark could only wave his staff again.
The staff's maximum durability was nine, meaning he could summon zombies nine times; seven had already vanished in flames.
Only two were left to help in the fight.
The danger didn't stop there.
Jett swung his longsword, dealing damage to the zombies approaching the fort.
Pfft!
As the longsword struck and dealt damage to the enemy, it also dealt damage to him.
'Who hit me?'
Thinking a zombie had breached the line of defense, he looked around but found nothing unusual.
He swung his weapon again, and hitting a zombie dealt damage to himself once more.
Looking closer, he finally spotted a zombie in the tide of corpses clad in shimmering armor, naturally enchanted, and possessing special buffs.
"The Thorns effect—an Elite Zombie!"
Recognizing the Crisis Zombie, Jett's heart sank.
Comments flew across the screen.
"As expected of the Blood Moon event, there really are Elite Mobs!"
"I said it wouldn't be that easy; there are five fewer Loyal Zombies now!"
"Can they hold on with just two Loyal Zombies?"
"Definitely, we have bows—we can wear them down with ranged weapons!"
"Right, zombies can't climb or build blocks. We'll use arrows to whittle them down!"
With early preparation plus ranged weapons, they wouldn't be in immediate mortal danger.
Others weren't so lucky.
In the Hans Nation, Hiller was fighting.
Relying on his experience and boss-tier armor.
He wanted to use this opportunity to climb the rankings and get rewards to facilitate future actions.
His body constantly flickered across the treetops, dodging zombie attacks while dealing damage.
'How did the Nine Provinces rush back into first place again?'
Opening the rankings, Hiller was a bit depressed.
He had been steadily in the top three, but now he had been pushed down to fourth.
'I just have to risk it!'
One relied on a boss, and another was a two-person team; if he wanted to enter the top three, he had to give it his all.
He drank four types of potions—Strength, Agility, Leaping, and Regeneration—bringing his state to its peak.
Gritting his teeth, he jumped straight down from the treetops into the tide of corpses.
Taking out his ultimate treasures, Hiller's combat power surged.
Even in the middle of the corpse tide, by using his jump height to dodge attacks and finding suitable blocks, he could deal with the zombies with high efficiency.
Just as he found a good spot and stood on a two-block high pillar to kill zombies...
Slap!
The Thorns effect triggered, and he was hit by his own attack.
'How could this hit me?'
Before he could react, a series of negative status effects followed.
Weakness, Blindness, Slowness, Poison...
Hiller was completely stunned.
He had only hit a zombie once; how could so many negative effects appear?
With Blindness, he couldn't see anything around him; everything was pitch black, and he had to endure the pain of Poison, losing health every second!
What was even more terrifying was that being hit caused knockback. The moment he took Thorns damage...
He was forced backward uncontrollably. The cramped space couldn't hold Hiller, and he was knocked straight into the corpse tide.
Combined with Slowness and Weakness, Hiller felt his whole body go limp; even jumping was a struggle.
In his blinded state, he couldn't find a suitable place to land and could only be torn apart by the crowd of corpses.
[-7!]
[-7!]
[-7!]
[Hans Nation player, Hiller has died!]
[Punishment will descend in thirty seconds!]
Darkness descended, and wails of grief were heard all over the Hans Nation.
"Hiller! How could this happen!"
"We were just in fourth place, and in the blink of an eye, he's dead?"
"Oh God, why would you treat us like this!"
"Zombies? Endermen? Those monsters are coming!"
"Get out of here! Right, boats! Boats can control them!"
"There are too many! Boats are useless!"
Witnessing the punishment, the surviving countries of nearby players could only pray in their hearts, hoping their own players could successfully survive.
Staying alive was an extreme luxury at this moment!
The early tide of corpses wasn't hard; if you found a good place to hide and didn't show your face, there was a high probability of survival.
But not everyone had that chance.
Chunk resources were already scarce, and not many blocks could be gathered in the resource zone; some weren't even qualified to go there.
Soon, a series of death notices spread. In the blink of an eye...
As the Blood Moon descended, only about thirty players remained alive on the chunks!
"Large-scale civilizations are truly terrifying!"
Fries was shocked once again.
Compared to previous civilizations, the highest elimination rate was only 60% after thirty days of survival.
It hadn't even been half a month yet, and the death rate had reached a terrifying 70%!
The survival rate was only 30%, just half of what it used to be!
"Fortunately we have Galen Yu! Thank goodness we have Galen Yu!"
Repeating it twice, Headmaster Quill also felt a chill down his spine.
Let alone the fact that they didn't have items for warnings, and couldn't compare to the deep foundations of the Freedom Nation, the Samurai Nation, and so on.
Having a deep foundation, the signboards were just one of their resources.
Even then, even with sufficient warnings, it was very hard to survive.
Mark was very strong, but wasn't his current situation still quite pathetic?
"With Elite Mobs appearing, I'm afraid the chunks won't be able to hold on."
The scene shifted to the Stick Nation, where Elite Mobs appeared and various negative effects descended.
The Iron Golems were affected, and their advantage vanished instantly!
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