Cries?

The shocked players looked around. Within the violent and chaotic fluctuations of divine power, there was indeed a certain rhythmic frequency.

Pitter-patter—

More tentacles extended from below the security door, entangling and enveloping the form of the Desolate Lion.

“…”

Out of Control remained silent, closing in and throwing a punch.

Clang!!

His fist struck a cyan-black shield formed of condensed divine power, and the skin on his arm shattered and cracked under the tremendous force, splattering blood.

Divine power originates from the gods themselves, and the divine power of different gods has different attributes and tendencies,

Some are dark and deep, some are upright and peaceful, and some are violent and overbearing.

The attribute of divine power displayed by the Desolate Lion at this time is growth and assimilation.

From the wound on Out of Control’s right hand, a large number of miniature tentacles extended.

These tentacles grew rapidly upon exposure to the air, twisting wildly and tearing messy cracks in Out of Control’s arm.

Shred—

Out of Control clenched his fist, and a strong electric current surged from his shoulder, passing through all the tentacles and turning them to coke.

However, in the next second, more tentacles grew out of his wound,

Even Out of Control’s right arm itself showed a tendency to twist and deform.

Michael swung her sword, most of the flames from the Flame Sword rushing towards the Desolate Lion, while a very small portion condensed into a basketball-sized fireball, falling on Out of Control’s right hand.

The flames continued to burn, scorching all the tentacles and the skin of Out of Control’s right arm to ashes.

And the Desolate Lion...

This demon leader's body swelled more than tenfold in just a few breaths.

Four giant lion claws composed of tentacles trampled on the ground,

While the belly, suspended directly above the security door, extended a thirteen-tentacle "umbilical cord" connected to the dark space below the security door.

"Hoo..."

The Desolate Lion took a deep breath, stirring up a vast gale,

Its abdomen bulged accordingly, expanding rapidly like an inflated balloon.

Then, exhale.

From the giant lion's mouth spewed high-speed, high-pressure gas infused with divine power, contending with the fiery rain falling from the Flame Sword.

Wherever the airflow reached, the dome shattered, the walls crumbled, and the soil was lifted.

All others saw were a large number of extending tentacles—these were not created out of thin air by divine power, but grew from the ceiling, walls, and deep underground.

The Desolate Lion had connected to other tentacles.

Michael’s four wings fanned the air, her armor was enveloped in a sacred and majestic light, and the halo above her head also ignited with flames.

Each sword she swung caused the divine power barrier in front of the Desolate Lion to shatter and dissolve, but the divine power was constantly being replenished, nearly inexhaustible, and the two sides fell into a stalemate.

The remaining players retreated steadily,

David wielded the Spear of Judgment, slashing at the tentacles, the lightning-flashing spear blade piercing easily like a hot knife through butter, and the thunder released from the spear tip shattered all targets within a hundred meters.

But it was all in vain. For every tentacle he chopped off, ten tentacles pierced from the ceiling and underground,

Moreover, the tentacles he shattered with thunder, as soon as they landed, wriggled on their own, burrowed into the ground, and reproduced and proliferated.

One becomes two, two becomes four.

“They can’t be killed at all…”

A creepy feeling surged up the back of David’s neck.

He looked around,

The Desolate Lion's divine power barrier was resisting Michael's Flame Sword on one side, and the attacks of Out of Control, Side of Truth, Hohenheim, Celsus, Dirge, and others on the other, showing no signs of being exhausted.

“Wait, those people…”

David’s gaze swept over the demon generals and Dan Chenzi and others, and he was stunned to find that they were also being besieged by tentacles,

Their range of activity was getting smaller and smaller, and they seemed about to be swallowed by the sky-full of tentacles.

What, what's going on?

David's mind flashed back to the words spoken by the Desolate Lion earlier—flesh and blood exchange, divine power transfer, soul fusion, will domination.

If the Desolate Lion wasn't killing his own kind, then perhaps it meant that the Desolate Lion couldn't completely dominate the divine power...

David was shocked. Just as he was about to tell his companions this news, he saw a white shadow flash past in front of him.

Su Ni Shang did not participate in the attacks of Michael and others, but turned into a wisp of green smoke, flickering once every five hundred meters, instantly retreating from the battlefield and disappearing.

So...she ran away?

"Golden rings of the sun spray rosy light, iron armor and frost cover and swallow the moon's shadow..."

Dan Chenzi held a yellow paper sword in his hand, muttering incantations.

The yellow paper sword was originally hidden in a wooden box, which was later hidden in a safe by Ju Zi, and thrown to Bai Haozheng through the [Family Parent-Child Interaction Baseball Bat], and fell to the tenth floor with the players, and was swallowed into the belly by the carnivorous creeper summoned by Side of Truth.

Because the Desolate Lion released demon flames to burn the carnivorous creeper, the safe containing the sword box was also regained by Dan Chenzi.

He finally opened the safe just now and took out the yellow paper sword from it.

Along with Dan Chenzi's chanting of scriptures, the yellow paper sword mottled and fell off, turning into countless pieces of paper.

The paper pieces scattered and fluttered. As soon as they landed, they formed Yellow Turban Warriors, three meters tall, wearing armor and holding weapons.

Just like the Fettering Rope, the yellow paper sword is also the accumulation of cultivation sects in the Magic Sunflower World.

In the past two hundred years, the bodies of all monks who were not devoured by the Magic Sunflower, died naturally, or passed away in meditation would be used as firewood for the eternal lamps, their *sharira* would be used to refine magic weapons and pills, and their souls would be implanted into puppets for the war against the Magic Sunflower.

The Yellow Turban Warriors summoned by Dan Chenzi are not mindless puppet fakes. They are the dead sages of the Magic Sunflower World, retaining a not-so-thin amount of magic power and a part of their instincts from their previous lives.

The Yellow Turban Warriors held various weapons,

Master swords, magic swords, command flags, *ruyi* scepters, magic seals,

But more of them were still simple knives and swords.

The Desolate Lion's extremely aggressive divine power could not have much effect on these dead objects, and the assimilation of the tentacles had little effect on the yellow paper itself.

Tens of thousands of Yellow Turban Warriors established a line of defense for Dan Chenzi and others,

Corresponding to this, were the overwhelming, sun-blocking tentacles that sealed all exits and came crushing down.

"There's no escape..."

Hypochondria cut off the surrounding tentacles with the red knife in her hand. The dangerous and harsh situation caused the faint smile that always hung on her face to droop slightly. "Ant King."

Hypochondria looked at the Ant King riding on the flying ant and said coldly, "Where is your army?"

The Ant King gritted his teeth tightly, his cheek muscles twitching slightly. "I've already released them all!"

His ant army suffered heavy casualties in the previous battles, and had not been replenished. Just now, it was surrounded by demon flames and tentacles, and most of it was annihilated.

Hypochondria said in a deep voice, "Not ants, swarms."

"How many times do I have to say it before you believe it..."

The Ant King's tone was faintly irritated, wishing he could grab the detector in the distance and loudly correct other people's stereotypes of him in front of the camera.

With his intelligence, he could easily guess that the various forces in the real world must have invaded his territory to find traces of the swarm.

The various forces assisted by think tanks may not necessarily believe that the swarm is related to the Ant King, but who told the swarm that appeared before to be particularly similar to the Ant King's subordinates?

As long as there is a slight possibility of threatening the ecological environment of the real world, the Global Supernatural Alliance will not take this risk.

Even the Special Accident Office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, the European Heavy Industries Group, and the Prometheus Laboratory Company, which usually have close contact with the Ant King, will participate in it.

The reason why the Ant King has not surrendered and retired from the competition is both to avoid being controlled after being teleported back, and to try to win some time to find an opportunity to prove his innocence,

Also to obtain the rewards for the Doorway Scramble event.

Tai Hao, Frenzied Flame, Ambri, Hohenheim, Michael...

There are as many as eighteen Earth players still alive on the scene, plus the Ant King himself.

If the previous players guessed correctly, Earth and the Magic Sunflower World are calculated separately, then the Ant King can get the top 20 rewards if he quits the competition at this moment—a perfect quality item, 15,000 game coins, a departure ticket, and the most critical D-level doorway.

But there are still risks involved—there are eighteen players on the scene, and perhaps there are other survivors outside the battlefield.

Leaving now may lose the doorway reward.

In addition, the system prompt I heard before was [The system will distribute rewards based on the time of departure and the performance of the entire stage after the end of the Doorway Scramble].

Departure time is not the only factor, there is also specific performance.

The Ant King took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I've told you, the swarm has nothing to do with me..."

Rumble—

One side of the wall of the tenth floor space suddenly exploded,

A burrowing sandworm with a long body whose end could not be seen, with a head installed with a rapidly rotating three-cone drill bit, drilled through the rocks and rushed in.

On its back, were densely packed swarm units lying.

"Hiss—"

Countless soldier insects screamed loudly, cutting and burning the tentacles everywhere with various weapons in their hands.