To put it bluntly, Ren Jie has paid the price of becoming a demon.

Now the number of survivors in the game has dropped from 512 to 257.

Almost all the contestants have completed the first round of duel, except for a couple...

In the dark room, Mei Qian was staring at a contestant named Du Lei. Even though his level was in the western section of the Physical Realm, he still didn't dare to take action against Mei Qian who was only at the peak of the Strength Realm.

After all, he had heard of the name Son of Doom, and the Wrath Meteor that bombarded Zulong came from the hands of Mei Qian.

At this moment, Mei Qian was also a little hesitant, with dark clouds over his head and a ring of doom appearing at his feet.

He really wanted to win and earn more treasures, and he didn't want to put too much pressure on Ren Jie in the team competition.

But the problem is...it's not important to do it yourself.

There is a high probability that this Demonic Labyrinth will not summon natural disasters. If a man-made disaster occurs, God knows, will the Demonic Palace go wild and lose control and kill all the players?

Is the risk very high?

At this moment, Tang Chao's voice echoed in the darkroom:

"Are you two going to fight? Are you here for a blind date? If you don't fight, we will all be eliminated!"

Du Lei swallowed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

"Damn it, but I have a problem, that is... no matter what happens in the Mara Labyrinth, I will never really die, right?"

Tang Chao said calmly:

"I've already explained the rules once, and I don't want to repeat them a second time..."

Du Lei took a deep breath and was about to take action. Who cares about you, the son of misfortune?

In this Mara's maze, there won't be any natural disasters, right?

However, Mei Qian quickly raised his hand:

"Wait... wait! I also have a question to ask. If this classmate dies on the side, will he return to the way he was before he was injured after he gets out?"

Tang Chao was silent for a moment: "It should be about the same, maybe?"

Mei Qian looked solemn and nodded seriously: "Then I understand..."

Du Lei:???

It’s pretty much the same thing?

Can you give me an accurate estimate?

No matter what, I won't be willing to give up if I don't give it a try.

"Big sandstorm!"

Endless yellow sand flew out of Du Lei's body, turning into yellow sand sharp thorns, and he took the plum coins first!

It's worth two levels of Gaomei Qian, and its attack is absolutely fatal to him!

However, just when the sand spurs were about to break into the ring of doom, Mei Qian's body was filled with dark mold.

"Sacrifice curse!"

In the void, a wooden tree made entirely of mold appeared, and it stabbed into Mei Qian's arms, causing blood to spatter.

I saw that the flesh and blood on Mei Qian's arm shriveled up rapidly, exuding a strong ominous aura.

At the same time, two blood-stained wooden sticks appeared on Du Lei's side and stabbed towards him, unable to stop him even if his body turned into sand.

"ah!!!"

Hoarse screams echoed throughout the dark room, and Du Lei's arms shriveled up, and he completely lost control.

Even the sand spurs collapsed.

After being stabbed by a wooden stick, he couldn't even transform into elements, and he was vomiting blood.

"What the hell kind of skill is this? A big bastard!"

Wisps of yellow sand blew towards Mei Qian.

Mei Qian didn't stop casting the spell at all, wooden tongs emerged one after another and stabbed hard at his thighs and internal organs.

The sound of "puff, puff, puff" could not be heard. The whole person lay on his back on the ground, black and red blood gathered under him into a small pool. His life force was rapidly weakening, and it seemed that he would die at any time.

The injuries on his body were simply horrific.

Du Lei on the opposite side was as miserable as Mei Qian. He was paralyzed on the ground and couldn't move at all. He felt like he was about to collapse.

"Don't... don't prick me! Please, Brother Qian, please stop pricking me?"

Is this a move that can injure the enemy a thousand times and damage yourself a thousand times?

Completely ignore the level gap?

.

There's no way to prevent it.

I saw Mei Qian lying on the ground, with a look of pain on his face:

"Then... then you should give in quickly, otherwise we will both perish together!"

"If I die...you will definitely die! If you die, I may not die..."

Du Lei gritted his teeth: "As expected of the son of misfortune, let me, Du Lei, die! I can't break this skill, but you will lose anyway. Why don't I drag you with me to die together, and have someone to back me up!"

"If I die... you will live in vain!"

Mei Qian spit out black blood and said with difficulty:

"Actually... I don't know if the injuries caused by the ritual curse can be recovered after we go out. I've always been quite unlucky!"

"Since you said that...I can only continue to prick..."

As he spoke, a pitch-black wooden tree reappeared.

Du Lei:???

His eyes were full of fear, not...brother!

You can't even be sure that you can recover, so why don't you start stabbing?

He suddenly remembered Boss Tang's uncertain tone before, and panicked at the first call, okay?

"No...then we will be paralyzed for the rest of our lives?"

Mei Qian: "That's not the case. I can still recover if you die. If I don't die, you won't be able to recover..."

As he spoke, the pitch-black wooden chun began to pierce his own Kabu.

Du Lei:!!!

"Come on, come on! Don't prick! Don't prick there? Spare my little brother's life!"

If this pestle cannot be used to pierce myself, how can I survive?

What kind of fun is there in life?

"Brother! Brother Qian! I was really wrong. You are so cruel. Don't be impulsive. I will die now? I will die immediately. I won't bother you to take action."

Just when Du Lei was about to commit suicide, he found that he was completely paralyzed and couldn't move at all, okay?

With a dark face, he reluctantly raised his head, but the first thing he did was grab his head with a hand, and his head was bleeding from the blow. His head was buzzing, but he didn't die from the knock.

Mei Qian coughed up blood:

"Hey...please try your best to die as soon as possible. My condition is quite bad. I don't know how long I can survive. If I feel like I can't hold on anymore and I'm going to kill you, I'll stab you!"

Du Lei:!!!

"Brother Deqian! I will die if I say so!"

"Ola Ola Ola Ola"

At this moment, Du Lei's desire to die was as strong as ever. He was kowtowing like he was digging into the ground with the highest setting of an electric hammer, and even knocked out phantoms.

He was so stunned that he cracked his skull and died on the spot.

Just when Du Lei died, the wooden chun inserted into Mei Qian also disappeared.

A treasure appeared in the darkroom, and Mei Qian won in the end.

At the same time, Du Lei also fell back to the training ground. As soon as he came out, his head hit the ground violently.

With a "dang" sound, the strong force caused his head to touch the soil, and it took a lot of effort to pull it out.

With his eyes full of confusion, he immediately lowered his head and opened his trouser pocket to take a look. When he saw that it was still there...he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he lay on the ground and covered his face and cried:

"I can't even beat someone at the peak of my strength? Wow."

Liangchen patted him on the shoulder:

"Don't be discouraged. I haven't even beaten anyone in the Tibetan Realm. I have to cross the level to fight against the enemy. If I lose...it won't be a shame!"
To be continued...