Muscular Rabbits Legion: “No one can escape from the novice village!”
Chapter 285 - Chapter 285 Chapter 275 The Last Straw that Broke the Camels

Chapter 285: Chapter 275: The Last Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back Chapter 285: Chapter 275: The Last Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back There was even a time when they had reached Level 32 throughout the city, only to be killed twice by Rabbit, which dropped them to Level 30.

However, when they were killed, they were Level 33 and close to full Experience Value, so even after dropping back to Level 30, their experience was nearly full.

In the end, Old Snake and his team, because they had dug in the wrong place, arrived several days late, and in these few days, the human players in Vermilion Bird City had just killed their way back to Level 31, returning to their peak!

On the city walls, the sky in front of those thirty thousand level three masters was obscured by countless figures, who stared dumbfounded before being swallowed by numerous Fist Shadows, Palm Techniques, and the gleam of swords and blades. Although individually their Attributes were much stronger than those of the human players who had just advanced, they were not yet strong enough to take on a hundred at once. In the face of overwhelming numbers, in an instant, a beast’s head was severed.

A third-level Wild Boar master who had practiced outer disciple transverse training Cultivation Technique, relying on his strong Defense Power, bore the onslaught and climbed the city wall. Seeing the weak human players before him, he couldn’t help but roar skyward, as if declaring his might.

But an old man suddenly jumped in front of him.

“Where did this red-named come from?” roared the Wild Boar, throwing a punch directly.

“Old Cao, be careful!” Old Wang called out from a distance.

Old Cao raised an eyebrow and said, “Careful? Careful my ass!”

Old Cao also threw a punch in return, his Spear Fist technique piercing through the void, and with a bang, the Wild Boar’s fist was shattered. Then, in the blink of an eye, Old Cao twisted his head off.

Old Cao said disdainfully, “That’s all? Brothers, it’s time to kill!”

“Roar!”

Six thousand Confucian Disciples burst forth, these guys all had big red names, following Yi Zheng in luxury, perhaps not much higher in level than these players, but the S-level Cultivation Techniques they had diligently practiced provided them with strong attributes.

These beast players could practice their Cultivation Techniques up to ten times a day at most, while they could do it without limit. Their attributes were at least double that of beast players, if not more!

As for their equipment, they were fully dressed in Legendary Sets and Epic Equipment, similarly crushing the beast players.

Seeing the six thousand Confucian Disciples butcher the beast players as if they were chopping vegetables, Madman and others couldn’t help but envy them, wishing they had never left the village and just mixed with Rabbit instead!

In just three minutes, the heads of thirty thousand third-level beast players were hung on the city walls.

Simultaneously, four million third-level masters roared together: “Bring it on!”

In that instant, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Old Snake was nearly driven insane, initially thinking his subordinates could create some miracle, but indeed a miracle occurred–three minutes, thirty thousand elite wiped out! The severed heads were neatly lined up, not even slightly misaligned.

Old Snake spewed a mouthful of blood and roared, “Impossible! That’s not the information I had! This can’t be possible!”

Although Old Snake had gained wisdom and his race’s advantage made his thinking naturally calm and ruthlessly cold, how could he compare with human players in warfare?

Even if the system had intentionally provided them opportunities to learn human knowledge during their leveling process, beasts are still beasts, pursuing absolute Power, with little effort spent on human culture.

Prevailing all the way before, they sang triumphantly, thinking nothing of it.

Now facing adversity, Old Snake and his people were instantly bewildered, unsure of how to respond.

At this moment, the sound of player’s rallying cries came from all directions, those two hundred eighty million players ambushing in the wilderness had come from the distant forests to support.

With numbers reaching this scale, even if the beast players numbered over a billion, it didn’t make much of a difference.

Because within the range of sight, both the sky and the ground were filled with people, and no one knew how many the other side truly had.

It was all about morale!

If it were players from other regions, the Ten Thousand Clans players might still have had a chance, but they had to face the Huaxia Players!

This group, with a history of five thousand years of warfare and recently frequently trained by Rabbit, was bloody and daring, with a fearless dedication to defending their homeland.

The courage of the Ten Thousand Clans players primarily came from their numbers, equipment, and level advantages.

When these no longer existed, their confidence wavered.

In the end, many races within the Ten Thousand Clans, like the Owl Clan and the Bamboo Rat Clan, were natural hunters and prey, sworn enemies for life.

The Grass-Eating Faction, Carnivorous Faction, Omnivorous Faction, Flying Bird Faction, Ground Walkers, Mountain Forest Faction, Desert Faction–all stood distinct.

When they had a common enemy and common interests, they could band together, but when the tide turned against them in battle, they began to shift blame, hoping the rival factions would take the brunt, thus preserving themselves.

So, you retreat, I retreat; you don’t exert yourself, and neither do I. This situation emerged.

Old Snake realized something was wrong, but no matter how he shouted, these people simply would not listen.

Seeing an internal issue among the beast players, Madman immediately ordered: “All forces attack!”

On the city walls, four million third-level masters leaped down simultaneously, and twenty million players inside the city also charged out.

At this moment, Madman was playing for momentum!

He aimed to strike in one move, pushing the morale of the Ten Thousand Clans players back to rock bottom!

However, the quantity of Ten Thousand Clans players was simply too vast, and apart from the players of Vermilion Bird City who could crush the Ten Thousand Clans players, other players were not so effective. In fact, it took two of them to fend off one Ten Thousand Clans player…

After a brief charge, the massive numbers of the Ten Thousand Clans players exhibited their resilience. Although many were slain, leaving a ground littered with rolling heads and rivers of blood, there were still a billion or more still supporting them from being utterly annihilated!

The Ten Thousand Clans players continued to retreat, those who couldn’t escape engaged in a desperate counterattack, and the players began to suffer heavy casualties.

Seeing the situation like this, Old Snake suddenly made his move.

Sparrow King, who was organizing his clan’s retreat, was suddenly seized by Old Snake and smashed heavily on the ground, followed by a slice that severed his head.

Holding Sparrow King’s head aloft, Old Snake bellowed, “No one is allowed to retreat! Those who do will end up like him!”

The brutal death of Sparrow King indeed shocked everyone; who could imagine that Old Snake, who had been so dutiful and kind-hearted in the Underground City, would be so vicious now!

Seizing the moment, Old Snake shouted, “There are only a few million ace human players. The rest around us are mere weaklings, not a match for us at all! What are you afraid of?

We outnumber them, we have all the advantages!

If we can’t rise now, we’d really have to live like dogs in the Underground City forever, mocked by others, ridiculed by players from other regions!

You wouldn’t want to be captured, caged, and displayed, would you?

You wouldn’t want your wives, children, and parents to be captured and thrown into pots to be stewed and eaten, would you?

Don’t you want to turn the tide?” Old Snake surged his inner strength, and roared like a bell.

Upon hearing his words, the Ten Thousand Clans players fell silent…

Old Snake struck while the iron was hot, “We far outnumber them; no matter how strong they are, they can hardly contend with us.

It’s already too late to retreat!

We now have only two choices, either kill the opponent or wait until we’re all exhausted and die back to the Underground City!

Are you sure you still want to run?”

In that instant, the blood of the Ten Thousand Clans players was reignited, their eyes red, a surge of emotion in their chests rising up their throats, and just as they were about to shout out, an even more shrill scream came from behind them.

They turned to look and saw at the horizon, countless Ten Thousand Clans players flying through the air as if pushed by a bulldozer, none of them intact.

Indistinctly, there was a white wave rushing toward them, annihilating everything in its path!

Then they saw the sky light up, it was a flock of chickens burning with fiery flames, and when these chickens flew over the Ten Thousand Clans, they directly dropped a bunch of carrots.

Then boom, boom, boom…

A terrifying Carrot Cloud surged upwards, the large German character illuminating the world.

Also surging up were innumerable Ten Thousand Clans players!

The Ten Thousand Clans players were numerous, but each carrot covered an area of 7,500 square meters, an absolute super bomb!

Faced with such terrifying firepower, the Ten Thousand Clans players were stunned.

But there was still some courage in their eyes, as they struggled to squeeze out the words stuck in their throats…

When they saw the numbers that appeared after the carrots exploded:

-HP 17.5 million!

In that instant, everyone’s gaze became resolute; they stared hard at Old Snake, pausing between each word, their answer resounded firm and clear, “Old Snake, you ask us if we want to turn the tide?

We don’t.

You ask us if we want to run now?

Yeah, we do!”

“Run!”

At this moment, the last straw that broke the camel’s back of the Ten Thousand Clans had fallen.

Facing the human players, they might have fought, but facing those bizarre Bomb Chickens and the bulldozer-like white wave, they were truly scared, truly frightened.

Originally, everyone was retreating toward the tunnels; now, they scattered in all directions, fleeing haphazardly.

Luckily, there were enough human players, so they were able to make stops in multiple directions to prevent their escape.

“Sect Master, they are running away!” Zi Xing pointed at the distance and yelled.

Yi Zheng raised his little hand, “Come on!”

The next moment, bears, wild boars, wolves, snakes, and other Confucian disciples were all summoned.

Then they took off collectively and started carpet bombing from all directions.

Although 1.44 million people, facing a billion players seemed like a drop in the ocean, lined up in a row, the sight was still terrifying.

In the sky, flying beasts from the Ten Thousand Clans tried to escape, upon seeing this, Chicken King yelled loudly, leading a flock of chickens and launched an attack with his Long-Armed Fist, within a twenty-meter radius, all flying beasts were blasted, the feathers floating down like heavy snow with the wind…

Flying Snake spat out deadly poison, tossing carrots, frantically harvesting lives in the air…

But in the end, most of them still escaped; when a billion players wanted to run, those 300 million human players couldn’t stop them.