In just a brief moment, the players' mindset had utterly shattered.
Some cursed the Dark Moon Alliance in desperation, their eyes filled with hatred, while others pleaded desperately to the demigod's figure, hoping for a chance at survival.
The effect of [Coughing Blood] was simple: players had to kill NPCs to survive!
The surroundings were desolate, and the only place with NPCs was atop the high wall guarding the Netherworld water. But everyone knew that charging the wall was pure suicide!
Most of the players present would likely die or be severely injured before achieving a pyrrhic victory!
However, the players' pleas and curses were in vain. Richard's expression remained unchanged as he coldly watched everything unfold.
Of course, he couldn't enter the Netherworld, or his power would permanently drop to second class. Thus, he had no choice but to ignore the players' offenses.
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