Who is the real king?

Who will be able to take the scepter from the hands of death and complete the final coronation?

A second wave of fear has already begun to spread. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Ah......hh I don't want to die yet. ”

"Fack, it's over, it's dead."

"I don't want to participate in the battle of kings anymore, it's too torturous!"

"System, give me back my points, woo woo, my points."

In an instant, the screams were repeated, pushing the terrifying atmosphere of the Ghost Face Ball to new heights.

These legendary ghost-faced players who can usually survive three or four waves have not even survived the second wave now.

The white light flashed again and again.

But in an instant, in Room 1, one-third of the players were already scared to death by great fear.

The remaining Legendary-level Ghostface players were once again shrouded in fear before they could enjoy the joy of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe.

There was only a little blood skin left.

There are only a dozen points of fear resistance.

In any case, it is impossible to withstand the next wave of fear spreading.

A minute later, what awaits them will be death, the death of a large loss of activity points.

But.

What can it be?

Under the rules set by the system, in this ghost-faced ball full of fear everywhere, the Grim Reaper has long dominated everything, and death is the main theme that cannot be changed.

Watching himself approach death step by step, but there is nothing he can do.

Can't dodge, can't fight, this is the biggest fear.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!"

A maniacal laugh, suddenly exploding, filled the entire room 1.

The crazy laughter, so wanton and reckless, shook everyone's souls.

Qin Xiaonian smiled, laughing so wildly.

In this wave, a total of 30 Legendary Ghost Face players died, and a total of 6,000 Fear Resistance points were destroyed.

Such a large amount of fear resistance made the god-level devouring special effect feast fiercely.

Qin Xiaonian triumphantly glanced at the number that popped up above his head.

Ga!

Joy was sad, and wanted to brake sharply to stop laughing, but the anger didn't go well, and Qin Xiaonian ga's cassette was cassetted.

“+819。”

Not to mention six thousand points, not even a thousand points of fear resistance.

Qin Xiaonian was dumbfounded.

Nima.

Who stole the fruits of Lao Tzu's war!

Who else could there be.

Among those present, in addition to Qin Xiaonian, there were also sixteen players wearing god-level ghost faces.

Everyone has a devouring special effect, and everyone has to cut a piece of this cake, and these more than 6,000 points of fear resistance are distributed to everyone, which is naturally a lot less.

But.

Glancing at the other sixteen god-level ghost-faced players, Qin Xiaonian turned his anger into amusement.

“+185。”

That's right, it's only 185 points, which is pitiful.

The gap made everyone gasp.

This time.

These sixteen god-level ghost faces couldn't keep their composure anymore.

"I rub, why is there such a big gap?"

"Fake, who is also a god-level ghost face, is not scientific because Mao He can devour so much fear resistance."

"Could it be that there is a more powerful existence than a god-level ghost face? Impossible, absolutely impossible! ”

"Shhhhh It turned out to be twenty-three, no wonder, no wonder! ”

In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on the owner of Room 1, Qin Xiaonian.

The true King of Fear, with a hideous face, is slowly raising the butcher knife in his hand.

Although they are all god-level ghost faces, although they all have 50% devouring effects, when the system judges, they still distinguish the strength and weakness of each other.

Qin Xiaonian's fear spread reached 930 points, which were evenly distributed, and each player took 9 points of damage.

Looking at these sixteen players again, combining a god-level ghost face is already the limit, how can there be other ghost faces to strengthen, so it is less than 350 points of fear propagation, which is divided equally among 99 people, and it can only cause 3 points of damage.

So, at the time of this wave of judgments.

Of these 6,000 points of fear resistance, Qin Xiaonian swallowed 947 points alone, and each of the sixteen players received 315 points.

and then offset by the fear damage they received.

As a result, there is a huge gap between 819 and 185 points.

The third wave of fear is about to spread.

What awaits the remaining Legendary Ghost Face players will be death.

For these players with god-level ghost faces, death is gradually approaching.

Rumble!

The terrifying power instantly filled the entire room.

Screaming, wailing, scolding, laughing, and so on.

Large expanses of white light flickered continuously.

When the light fell and the dead silence once again enveloped the room, there were only 17 people left in the No. 1 private room.

Qin Xiaonian stood arrogantly in the center of the room.

Like a true king of fear, he laughs and rampantly rages on terror.

Sixteen people.

Although it is also a god-level ghost face.

But they all had bitter faces, and they no longer had the original unruly posture.

“+14。”

This is the number that jumped out of Qin Xiaonian's head.

Seldom.

Only adds 14 Fear Resistance.

Although this wave killed 53 players wearing legendary ghost faces, however, after these players experienced two waves of fear attacks, the remaining fear resistance was too little, all of them added up, it was only 930 points, and the one that could be distributed to Qin Xiaonian was only 146 points.

But.

Look at the sixteen players again.

The gap is widening again.

“-187”。

Just like Wan Hong, there is a little green from it, and this bit of green is so conspicuous.

are all losing blood, only Qin Xiaonian, a pervert, is still adding blood.

That's the gap.

What to do?

Sixteen people looked at each other, at a loss.

Under the ruthless rules of the system, even if they wanted to join forces to deal with Qin Xiaonian, these people were powerless.

An atmosphere of despair began to spread.

With a god-level ghost face and a devouring special effect, these sixteen people have a powerful fear resistance that is dozens of times greater than that of ordinary players.

But.

It is precisely because of this that it is even more sad.

The outcome of death was already predestined.

The huge loss of points is unavoidable.

Everyone can only wait for death to come, and the longer it takes, the more difficult it becomes, and the slower it comes, the more frightening it becomes.

Tick, tick.

The clock followed a fixed pace, step by step, to the third minute.

And so, the third wave of fear began to spread.

There were only 17 people left, and they were all god-level ghost faces with powerful terrifying transmission power, and in an instant, the terrifying damage skyrocketed.

“-175”。

This is the number that came out of Qin Xiaonian's head.

“-204”。

That's the number that popped up over the heads of the other sixteen people.

Call~

But everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With only 204 points of damage and a difference of only 29 points, it is enough to hold out for a long time in the face of strong fear resistance.

Glancing at his fear resistance, Qin Xiaonian frowned.

It's too slow, it's too slow.

Before the Battle of Kings, he had already swiped ten Ghost Face Balls.

With the help of the devouring effect attached to the King of Fear, his fear resistance has skyrocketed to nearly 20,000.

The rest of these people, even if they are a little less, are not much less.

With less than 200 damage per minute, it takes more than 100 minutes to wear out 20,000 fear resistance.

Qin Xiaonian was dumbfounded.

How long does this Nima have to brush up to consume the group of guys on the other side?

(To be continued.) )