Facing the taunts of the Earth Thought Bully, the already struggling players felt their mindset explode.

The gestures they used to taunt the Earth Thought Bully were unexpectedly turned against them by it.

Gazing at the end of their line of sight, the players imagined the Earth Thought Bully hiding in the shadows with a sinister grin while alternating between giving a thumbs-up and flipping the finger in its Black Tide form.

"Brothers, ignore the Bully, focus on output."

The Divine King spoke up at this moment, trying to reorganize the strength to confront the Lord.

With the continuous accumulation of the Wither Mark, dark purple Spiritual Patterns visibly appeared on the Lord's body.

The speed at which its health was dropping was also rapidly increasing.

Noticing that the players were ignoring it, the Black Tide controlled by the Earth Thought Bully formed into the shape of a giant amplifier, and the taunt mode was activated:

"Yo, isn't this the Player Clan? Trimming the Monster's nails, eh?"

"When did the Player Clan start offering itch-scratching services? It seems interesting. When will you give me a try as well?"

"Even the tickling strength of my low-level Evil Spirit is higher than your output. Did you allocate all your skill points to the spacebar? Can you make it, or do you need a shout-out for daddy? I'll come over to assist right away."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting. If this goes on, I fear the Monster might fall asleep."

Facing the Earth Thought Bully's fanning the flames and kicking them while they're down, the players started swearing loudly in the voice channel.

Their current situation was similar to a Defense Break moment of helplessness by the Earth Thought Bully.

The already distressed players had a complete Defense Break, but the Earth Thought Bully showed no intention of leaving, continuously stirring trouble at the end of their sight.

The purpose was obvious, it didn't want the players to successfully take down the Lord.

In the eyes of the Earth Thought Bully, it didn't care whether the Lord would be slain by the players; it only cared about how to make the players feel suffering.

Such a rare opportunity must be seized.

If the players were unhappy, it was happy.

...

Realizing that if things continued like this, their side would surely be defeated, the Divine King in the player warband decisively issued a new command:

"Those controlling the Shuyan Warriors, retreat, preserve the Shuyan Warriors as much as possible. Other players, help secure the retreat space."

In a situation doomed to loss, preserving the Shuyan Warriors' lives became the primary goal.

Players possessing Shuyan Warriors also acted decisively, controlling the Shuyan Warriors initially charging toward the Lord to quickly retreat, while the other players fiercely advanced, launching a death charge at the Lord to buy time for the players with Shuyan Warriors.

The push to take down the BOSS had already been declared a failure at this step.

In fact, without the spiritual interference from the Earth Thought Bully, this battle had no chance of victory.

Although Withering is a Divine Skill for pushing BOSS, it requires time to accumulate stacks, yet every attack from the Lord would cause mass player casualties, with no match for one round.

The speed of stacking the marks quickly decreased as player death counts rose.

Noticing the continuously harassing ants trying to leave, the now enraged Lord began to exhibit its ability.

After taking a deep breath, it suddenly looked up and let out an enraged roar, as the sound echoed like rolling thunder, a layer of earthy-brown substance covered its skin surface.

The earth trembled correspondingly as the Lord dug its feet firmly into the ground. Gigantic cracks emerged beneath its feet and spread towards all directions, tearing the land and throwing rocks into the air wherever they reached.

Scorching lava occasionally spewed from the cracks in the ground, engulfing the surrounding area in a sea of fire. Nearby players were either swallowed by the fissures or covered by the lava.

Players activated their decomposition information to scan it, discovering that the Lord's name prefix included "Crack Land."

At this moment, the Lord's form underwent another transformation.

Its skin reverted to a bright blue, with an illusory Ice Crystal Crown appearing on its head.

Cold air swiftly spread out, and the air around the Lord condensed into Ice Crystals, drifting down gently.

A vast ice field rapidly formed with the Lord at its center, covering the original grass and soil with a thick layer of ice.

The howling cold winds made the temperature plummet rapidly. Ice spikes shot up from the ground without warning, piercing the unprepared players and transforming into a Frosty Winter Snowfield composed of ice spikes in the blink of an eye.

At this point, the Lord's name changed once more, from Crack Land Lord to "Ice Plateau Lord."

The Lord's gaze then turned toward a Shuyan Warrior that had already run far away, and its skin changed again, now surrounded by visible white airflow.

In an instant, the sky was covered in dark clouds, fierce winds surged, sweeping outwards from the Lord as their center. Wherever they reached, trees were uprooted, and boulders were sent rolling erratically.

A Tornado rapidly formed at the location its gaze locked onto.

Drawing the Shuyan Warrior, who was still fleeing, into its spiral, within mere moments, the rotating bladed storm reduced both the Shuyan Warrior and the player riding it to dust.

The Lord's skin changed to green at this point, switching to the "Forest Lord" form, its cold eyes sweeping over the remaining players charging in a death assault.

A gentle green light emanated from its body, and in an instant, a lush green forest sprang up from the ground, sturdy trees shot up, their branches intertwining to form a sea of green. Branches twisted like tentacles ensnaring the remaining players, pulling them into the green ocean for strangulation.

With its near-invincible physical strength, after the Lord exhibited its ability, players stood no chance to fight back.

By now, 8 custom Shuyan Warriors were lost, and nearly all warband players were slain, with only the Divine King at the rear and a few of his associates still alive.

Also being tangled by the green vegetation, his health almost depleted, the Divine King issued a final command to one of the guild members who had already made it afar.

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