“S-Class Ice Aura?!”
Davis’ face showed astonishment as a wisp of ice mist crept up his spear. In an instant, his arm was frozen solid.
The same happened to the MN players behind him. They seemed to be caught in some sort of time-stopping effect, turning into ice statues in their sprinting poses.
Chaotic flames surged, causing continuous damage.
Burning Damage – 38,000!
Burning Damage – 38,000!
…
Incredible damage numbers flashed up as four MN players quickly turned into lifeless husks, leaving nothing behind but puddles of water.
Davis was left wide-eyed with shock. His resilience was high, and the ice mist spread slower on him compared to others. As soon as the frost began to cover him, he hastily consumed ice and fire resistance potions, then frantically mounted his skeletal horse and sped away in a panic.
Ishinaka and Yamamoto Kaede, affected by the Ice Prison Ring, hesitated, realizing the danger they were in. They were forced to abandon their pursuit of Naoko and quickly turned to flee from the spreading ice fog.
At the same time, many players, having consumed resistance potions, glowed with the effects of the drugs and hastily made their moves to resist the effects of the ice fog.
“Why are you doing this to me…?” Orson muttered, feeling complicated as he watched the scene unfold.
Naoko: “I’ve decided to become an alchemist. I’ll surely make a lot of money, and then I can buy a house in Baiguo City to give you a warm home.”
“What a big money-making path ahead.”
Orson was taken aback, a black line appearing on his forehead. He had recently heard about how alchemists were making big money, especially with the high-demand resistance potions that were in short supply.
It seemed that ice and fire resistance potions, once niche items, had now become standard gear for global players. It was as if they couldn’t go into dungeons without them.
“No damage reflection… F*ck!” Davis backed up to the edge of a spatial crack, his face cold as he glared at Orson.
Orson simply smiled and said nothing. Aura-type skills had obvious drawbacks. They typically provided buffs or debuffs but lacked strong burst damage.
Take Ice Prison Ring for example. Its primary offensive power came from summoned wardens and spiritual damage. If not for his Chaos Affinity, which allowed him to apply burning damage, this skill would generally be useless.
But its benefits were clear: it couldn’t be countered by the knight class’s damage-reflecting abilities, and it could effectively limit both players and monsters’ movements. Furthermore, it was especially effective against stealth or invisibility units!
“I’ll poison you to death. Who’s the global number one now? Die, you US scum!” Poison King muttered darkly as a cloud of invisible poison fog surrounded Orson.
Double Poison – 20,000!
Double Poison…
Orson smiled slightly as another Poison debuff appeared on him. Despite the strength of the poison, his health remained steady. The intensity of the poison was such that most players would’ve dropped dead already.
“What the hell… how much health does this guy have?!” Sinternan exclaimed, stunned. Even after such a strong poison attack, Orson hadn’t budged.
Orson was a rare player who could endure Sinternan’s double poison fog without using any potions.
And then, a shadowy beast-shaped ice crystal appeared in front of Orson, his expression calm as he raised his staff and the Chaos Hexagram lit up.
The Flame Dragon!
Dragon Curse Magic!
The Flame Dragon descended from the sky, letting out an eerie roar. A green figure was blasted away by its impact.
Ishinaka: “A poison-type dragon!”
Everyone was stunned as a small yet terrifyingly fierce green dragon appeared. Its body was smaller than the Crimson Lizard King’s, but the surrounding space seemed to warp and tremble. The poisonous fog emanating from it made even the air seem to corrode.
Sinternan, with his mount, was knocked into the air by the impact. The Crimson Lizard King unleashed a Doom Dragon Breath, but the poison dragon’s glowing green aura suppressed the attack, forcing Sinternan into panic.
“I told you. I don’t like it when people hide in front of me.” Orson said calmly.
Plague’s Spread!
Sinternan’s face darkened as he swung his staff, causing a violent explosion of toxic gas around him. This was not an attempt to counterattack, but rather a smokescreen, buying him time to escape.
“Interesting.” Orson smiled mischievously.
He waved his staff again and said nonchalantly, “Wind God’s Sigh.”
The toxic fog that had enveloped the air was immediately dispersed by a strong gust. From the distance, over a dozen players who had just entered the area were frozen in shock. Before they could even react, their bodies began to disintegrate into bones.
A phantom of the Wind Elemental Goddess appeared behind Orson as he raised his Hurricane Spear.
Orson threw the spear toward Poison King Sinternan.
Buzz… Buzz… Buzz…
The dark sky was lit up by a blue streak, like a shooting star across the night.
Hurricane Spear!
Sinternan’s face paled as the poisoned dragon swiftly dodged, but it wasn’t enough. In a blink, the Hurricane Spear closed the distance and pierced through the poison dragon’s abdomen. Blood and guts splattered as it let out a horrific screech.
Fatal Blow – 4 Million Damage!
Sinternan: “You’re dead! I’ll poison every single one of you US bastards! Orgod!!”
“Wait, he’s fast—he immediately recalled his mount, adjusting the positioning of his beast to shield him from the attack,” Naoko said in surprise.
Orson nodded with a smile. “Smart. Any player trying to show off here isn’t ordinary.”
Naoko laughed playfully. “He’s also a red-name player. I really want to see what kind of stealth item he’s using that’s so powerful.”
She fantasized about getting her hands on Sinternan’s item for herself. If she could, she could easily summon Yamata no Orochi and her spirit beasts, staying in the back while they did the killing.
“You can forget it. It’s probably a Divine Soul Seal—it can’t drop.” Orson said.
Sinternan’s ability to kill NPCs in IND was due to such a rare item. Items like the Divine Soul Seal were too advanced for NPCs to understand, making it the perfect tool for Sinternan to murder without restraint.
Sinternan looked full of resentment as he rode his poison dragon farther away from Orson, hoping to reach another island and grab a seat.
“Who were you trying to poison just now? Speak up, I didn’t hear you,” a cold voice rang out.
Sinternan stiffened, turning to look behind him, where Usher had risen from his throne. Usher’s strange eyes burned with demonic flames as he drew his stringless Reverse Scale Bow, locking onto Sinternan.
Sinternan’s expression froze. He had just escaped a powerful enemy like Orgod, and now there was another person whose presence pressured him this much!
Attack Speed Over Limit!
Demonic Arrow!
Usher’s arms extended, two eerie black hands forming behind him. A ghostly figure circled around him as his attack speed skyrocketed!
With a cold shout, the black hands pulled the string of the bow faster than anyone could track.
In an instant, over twenty arrows flew, each glowing with a demonic flame, shrieking through the air.
“WHAT THE F*CK IS THIS ATTACK SPEED… 20 ARROWS A SECOND??”
Everyone watching was stunned. With such an attack speed, Usher would have an unimaginable output capacity!
It was as if one person could form an entire army!