On the Grassland, the wave of Centipedes surged forth endlessly. Although less fierce than before, the sheer number still made one's scalp tingle.

If any Cultivators had appeared on this Grassland, their hopes of surviving would have been slim.

Even ants, in great enough numbers, can kill an elephant.

However, facing such a wave of Centipedes, both the Players from the Profound Yellow Sect and the Disciples of the Great Dream Immortal Sect brought forth their full strength.

Countless Centipedes died, and the numbers on everyone's Tokens continuously increased.

Even Old Mo, a Melee Player, unleashed his combat power upon bursting into the Centipede Swarm, with each punch killing a large swath of them.

Alongside his efforts, the lowest scores on the Tokens now displayed at least five digits.

"Awesome! To think these Demonic Creatures would finally have a day like this!"

"We used to be chased by Demonic Creatures everywhere, but now we're stationed here killing them—finally getting some satisfying revenge."

"Guys, no rush. Let's take our time and toy with them; we've still got loads of time!"

"That's right, those low on Spiritual Qi can step out to recover; the rest of you can let loose."

The Disciples from the Great Dream Immortal Sect were indeed fervently venting their frustrations.

After fleeing all this way and now killing so many Demonic Creatures, the thrill was indescribable.

This was because the Demonic Creatures of the Grassland were somewhat easier to kill. Had these been other types of Demonic Creatures, it likely wouldn't have been so easy.

Dung Beetle glanced at the numbers on his Token, then looked off into the distance before his gaze settled on a streak of red in the Dense Forest.

"Guys, do you think we can team up and kill that bastard?"

This statement stunned Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life and his group.

Kill whom?

Following Dung Beetle's gaze, their expressions changed.

You're calling the Red-robed Ghost a bastard? Haven't you seen how that guy killed Boss King Kong? He crushed it into mincemeat with a mere raise of his hand!

Half-Leaf said grimly, "Dung Beetle, if you want to die, don't drag us down with you. We're no match for that Red-robed Ghost."

"Old Mo might be able to fight if he unleashed his full Power, but if he resorted to Opening the Eight Gates of his Eight Gates Escape Armor, he would likely die right here. It's not worth it," Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life also reminded him.

They could indeed kill the Red-robed Ghost if they teamed up, but Old Mo would die here as well.

Not worth it!

Their goal was to survive until the end, not merely to rack up scores on the Tokens.

If it were just for the scores, wouldn't it be better to stay here and farm the Centipede Swarm?

Liu Yunqi observed from behind. Although he too had blended in and killed some Centipedes, the score on his Token wasn't high.

He couldn't even compare to the most Ordinary Disciple of the Great Dream Immortal Sect.

However, he had figured out the tactics of the Profound Yellow Sect and the Great Dream Immortal Sect. They must have discovered other uses for the Token, which is why they are fighting so aggressively.

If the final ranking is truly based on scores, then the positions in the Top 100 are probably already reserved. My Cyan Lotus Sword Sect is likely no match for either the Profound Yellow Sect or the Great Dream Immortal Sect!

At this point, Dung Beetle also dismissed the idea.

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life was right. Going all out against the Red-robed Ghost now really wasn't worth the risk.

If something happened to Old Mo, their combat power would be significantly reduced.

Unless absolutely necessary, it was best for Old Mo not to use the Eight Gates Escape Armor.

Wanwan turned her head and said, "Alright, let's prepare to fall back for now. Let's go back and rest. We'll continue farming tomorrow."

They were Players, true, but they also had their limits. Now that the Disciples of the Great Dream Immortal Sect had started to recover their Spiritual Qi, they naturally needed to withdraw as well.

Yet, just as everyone stopped, the Centipedes on the entire Grassland, for some unknown reason, suddenly erupted into a frenzy.

The Centipedes scattered in all directions at a visible speed.

The surging wave of Centipedes dissipated almost instantly, leaving only pockmarked traces on the Grassland.

"What's going on? Do Centipedes also need to recover Spiritual Qi?"

"Not sure, but something weird is definitely happening. We should be cautious."

"Old Mo has also pulled back. Let's retreat first. I've got a bad feeling that something big is about to happen here."

"Wait, did the ground just shake? Was that an earthquake?"

As the Players were about to retreat to the Wilderness Territory, the ground beneath them began to shake violently.

Then, the entire Grassland started trembling, as if a real earthquake was occurring.

As everyone retreated, maintaining a safe distance from the Grassland, the ground at the far horizon, where earth met sky, suddenly burst open.

To everyone's astonishment, a colossal Centipede, entirely dark green and covered with barbs, erupted from the ground.

The length of this massive Centipede was beyond description. Merely standing there, one could feel the intimidating aura emanating from it.

With the appearance of this Centipede, a single thought flashed through everyone's mind.

Dragon!

This is a true Centipede Dragon!

The Centipede Swarm they had been fighting earlier was nothing but child's play in the face of this Centipede Dragon.

Dung Beetle cursed, his face dark, "Damn it, this godforsaken place even has a Boss?" Then, he heard a thunderous, rhythmic sound.

THUMP THUMP—THUMP THUMP—THUMP THUMP—

Accompanied by this sudden noise, everyone felt their hearts begin to pound uncontrollably, beating in perfect time with that rhythm.

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