The strength of these Warcraft images ranges from low to low, with the lowest at the fifth level and the highest level at the peak of the sixth level.
However, these Warcraft images did not aimlessly rush around and bite people. Instead, they selected people with similar strength to themselves, just like a regular battle. To everyone's dismay, they defeated one
The image of a monster with comparable strength, before they could take a breath, another image of a monster immediately pounced on them.
It was as if there was no end to be killed of these demonic beasts, one after another came in a steady stream.
At first everyone was able to cope with it, no one was injured, but gradually they couldn't hold it anymore. Moreover, the stone door was closed, and you couldn't get out even if you wanted to.
"Damn, you're just a pervert! Do you want to tire us out like this?" Mu Xiaoyi said depressedly. He clearly felt that his speed and strength had slowed down and become much smaller. He almost couldn't hold on anymore. I really wanted to
Sit down and take a long nap.
Although their strength is not bad, their spiritual energy is naturally consumed very quickly due to such non-stop fighting.
"Ah! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!" Suddenly someone shouted. Long Qingyue turned around and saw a giant claw of a monster image stabbing into a man's chest and piercing directly out.
And that location is the heart!
The man seemed to use his last breath to scatter the image of the monster, and then fell into the arms of his companion.
This emergency situation immediately attracted everyone's attention. Everyone wanted to stop, but found that they couldn't. Those images of Warcraft were like poisonous scorpions burrowing under the desert, chasing after each other closely.
However, what surprised everyone was that not only did the man whose heart was pierced by the image of the Warcraft not die, there was no injury at all on his body, and not even a drop of blood came out.
"Huh? What's going on? Isn't he injured?" Some people who had taken a breath cast suspicious eyes in that direction.
The man who originally thought he was dead felt that he was still alive for a while. He quickly opened his eyes and touched his chest in disbelief. An excited and shocked smile gradually appeared in his eyes, "Haha, I'm not dead, great! I'm not dead.
……Ha ha……"
Long Qingyue's eyes, which had always been calm, showed a hint of surprise. At this moment, he saw a prompt sound coming from the black card carried by the man, "You have died once, and two hours will be deducted."
.”
Hearing this voice, the man's face darkened, and he quickly took out the card, only to see that the remaining time was 8 hours.
Even though everyone entered the Five-layered Hall for the first time, almost no one present was an idiot. After a while, they all figured it out. The time shown on the card should refer to the time when they can practice in the Five-layered Hall.
Deducting two hours proves that that person will practice here for two hours less than them.
For a while, everyone had to cheer up again. After two hours were lost, there might be a small gap in strength. But don’t underestimate this distance. You might be on the strength ranking list of the martial arts arena.
Will be a dozen or so ahead of the opponent.
Slowly, everyone finally figured out something. Although you will not die after being injured during training, the pain you suffer is real.
The fire in Long Qingyue's dark pupils became more and more intense. I didn't expect that there was such a big mystery hidden in it.
