The Super Universe Leveling Game

The people of Death God Guild obviously weren't sure where Dongfang Qingyu was. Although they had a lot of people, they were very scattered. When they saw Dongfang Qingyu, they ran over from all directions. The players who were closer to him released their attacks without mercy.    

    

"Fireball!"    

    

"Wind Blade Art! '"    

    

"Flowing Arrow!"    

    

A series of red numbers appeared above Dongfang Qingyu's head. Warrior and the assassin were watching from the side. The Mage's attack was too fast, so they didn't dare to go forward.    

    

One second, two seconds, three seconds.    

    

The buffer time and Frost Art ended almost at the same time. Dongfang Qingyu's finger touched the Voldemort's Hand Bone Wand, and a gust of cold air fell down.    

    

"Frost Art!"    

    

He was frozen once again.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu's face twitched. He looked helpless. Frost Art was a combination of auxiliary and offensive magic. This magic had a special characteristic. It was not 100% able to trigger the freezing effect. Obviously, Dongfang Qingyu's luck was not very good.    

    

Everyone's eyes revealed surprise. In just three seconds, the Mage's attack alone had dealt over 600 points of damage. Dongfang Qingyu was only a Mage, but his HP was actually even higher than Warrior's?    

    

Another three seconds passed. This time, even more people joined in to attack. The damage was over 800 points.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu was not dead yet.    

    

"Frost Art!"    

    

Failed!    

    

Before Dongfang Qingyu could rejoice, the thief beside him quickly stabbed him.    

    

-62!    

    

The key point was that this attack triggered the properties of the dagger, paralysis.    

    

Lasts for 1 second.    

    

All kinds of attacks did not stop, and the red number on Dongfang Qingyu's head continued to float out.    

    

One second later, the Thief once again slashed at him. This time, he wasn't paralyzed, but Barbarian's mace almost fell at the same time.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu's entire body shook, and his mind went blank.    

    

"Dizziness!"    

    

This was the after-effect of a heavy blow to his head, and it lasted for one second.    

    

"Weakness!"    

    

"Slutter out!"    

    

Seeing the HP drop down to 1,000 points, Dongfang Qingyu was in despair. He gave up struggling.    

    

There were too many people here. Even if the success rate of a skill was 10%, their combined success rate would still be very high. Moreover, the success rate of these people was far higher than 10%. At first, Dongfang Qingyu was still struggling, but he watched as more and more people approached him. His heart slowly turned cold. He stared at Xiaogui angrily. He made up his mind that he must take revenge.    

    

From the beginning until the end, he had never provoked anyone from the Death God Guild. The people from the Death God Guild had been looking for trouble with him. However, they didn't have the means to deal with him. Instead, they suffered a loss. They didn't want to suffer a loss, they had to kill Dongfang Qingyu!    

    

This was the typical logic of a robber. They wanted to rob others, but they didn't allow others to resist.    

    

The people of Death God Guild were even more surprised. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have suspected that Dongfang Qingyu wasn't a player. They had attacked Dongfang Qingyu for more than 8 seconds, and the damage they had caused exceeded 8,000 points. Dongfang Qingyu wasn't dead yet! Did the players have such a high HP?    

    

"I can see the despair and anger in your eyes, but I have to tell you, this is only the beginning. Your ending is in Novice Village." Xiaogui said faintly.    

    

Dongfang Qingyu couldn't move or speak, but his thoughts were clear. He stared at Xiaogui, his eyes clearly expressing his hatred.    

    

"You were lucky the last few times and ran fast. You won't have such a chance in the future." Xiaogui showed a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth. He never believed in personal heroism.    

    

When the HP fell to 500 points, Dongfang Qingyu had completely given up on trying. In his heart, he wanted to see what kind of equipment he would drop after his death, and what other equipment he would have left. If he wanted to take revenge, he still needed to prepare something. He never would have thought that at his most desperate moment, a golden halo descended from the sky and covered his head. In an instant, all the negative magic on his body lost its effectiveness.    

    

"Halo of Justice!"    

    

This was a very magical halo. It would not increase one's combat strength, nor would it increase one's HP and various attributes. Its only use was to be immune to all kinds of negative magic, lasting for 3 seconds.    

    

"Dizziness!"    

    

"Frost Art! '"    

    

"'Delay! '"    

    

The moment the gentle magic on Dongfang Qingyu touched the Halo of Justice, it disappeared. Because the Halo of Justice appeared too suddenly, Dongfang Qingyu was stunned for a second before he realized what had happened. He picked up the Voldemort's Hand Bone Wand and threw out the Tusk Pig's corpse at the same time.    

    

"Resurrection Arts!"    

    

A milky white light accurately fell on his head, and his HP instantly increased by 100. This was the Reverend's healing skill, Minor therapy. Dongfang Qingyu had already confirmed that the Halo of Justice wasn't a skill sent by the Death God Guild incorrectly, but someone was helping him. Although he didn't know who was helping him, his confidence had increased exponentially.    

    

After the Tusk Pig revived, it let out an unpleasant roar and rushed out. It immediately unleashed its ultimate skill, Wild Charge.    

    

It instantly killed three Mage. They didn't even have the time to scream before they were sent flying five to six meters away.    

    

"Stop him!"    

    

Xiaogui was furious. He was the first to chase after Dongfang Qingyu, but he sadly found that as a Warrior, his speed was actually not as fast as Dongfang Qingyu's Mage. Dongfang Qingyu was retreating, but Dongfang Qingyu's speed was still a third faster than his.    

    

"Quickly retreat!" Xiaogui's eyes suddenly bulged. He slammed the brakes, turned around, and jumped out, but he was still a step too slow. A bead exploded behind him, and a thick fog instantly covered an area with a radius of 3.5 meters.    

    

Xiaogui's face turned dark green in less than 0.2 seconds after being touched by the thick fog. A red number appeared above his head - 250.    

    

"Reverend!" Xiaogui roared. He grabbed the Red Drug and poured it into his mouth as fast as he could. He didn't want to die, because he had already died twice. If he died again, this would be the third time. At that time, his level wouldn't be able to keep up. He knew that drinking medicine alone was not enough. He needed medicine and Reverend to work together to save his level.    

    

But would Dongfang Qingyu let him escape so easily? He threw the six Siberian Gray Wolf's bodies out and used the Magic Wand to shoot out magic after magic.    

    

"Resurrection Arts!"    

    

"Resurrection Arts! '"    

    

"'Resurrection Arts! '"