บท 1089: Chapter 1008: Seize the Treasure Amidst Chaos

"Huff, huff!"

The fierce vortex raged across the space, sweeping all the attacking players into the sky, leaving the air dense with figures. The surviving players wore expressions of shock at the crazy scene unfolding before their eyes.

"Dammit!"

Because Dai Xuan hadn't rushed to attack, he narrowly avoided the terrifying group assault. His face filled with frustration as he stared at Su Ran at the center of the vortex, wishing he could tear the boy to shreds right then and there.

As for those thirty-odd players wrapped in Netherworld Purple Fire, who had luckily escaped catastrophe, they retreated several steps with faces filled with fear. They had now realized that Spilt Water Can't Be Regained truly lived up to his reputation as a Human Race superb expert—with endlessly emerging group techniques of astonishing power!

Regret filled their hearts; offending Spilt Water Can't Be Regained was clearly not a wise decision!

"Whoosh!"