Chapter 144: Iron Blood Great Wall Comes to Aid, the Missing God

"Whoa, this place is getting dangerous!"

When the two of them, leading six new players, approached Gate 4, Chen Shicheng's complexion changed, and he immediately used Eight‑Step Cheetah Rush to charge forward.

The Goblin warriors here were only four or five meters from the defensive fortifications; if they delayed any longer they would probably leap in, and then none of the soldiers here would stand a chance.

He tapped the ground twice, and Chen Shicheng instantly appeared inside the defensive works; after a sudden halt, leaving a dark mark on the ground, he raised his right hand and, aimed at the Goblin warriors about to charge in, released the Taiyin Cold Ice Curse.

"Whoosh!"

A line of ice spikes shot out, instantly clearing the front row of Goblins.

The low‑level Goblins died outright; the higher‑rank Goblin warriors survived but, under the influence of netherworld yin energy, froze in place, since Cold Resistance cannot repel the freezing effect of the yin energy.

In fact, if Chen Shicheng had used his full power, none of those Goblins in front of him would have survived.

But thinking about maintaining his character image and avoiding exposure of his true strength, he deliberately lowered the Skill's level when he acted, making its power at most about one‑fifth of a full‑strength strike.

He glanced back at another high‑level player already standing behind him, ready to act, abandoned the shaping attack, and let the netherworld cold spread along the ground, enveloping a large area ahead.

Any Goblin that stepped into it would instantly have its feet frozen by the netherworld yin energy, leaving it stuck in place.

Meanwhile, the Goblins behind couldn't see the front situation and kept charging forward, like the most intense horde scenes from zombie movies, all piled together.

At this moment, the other high‑level player was also ready; seeing that Chen Shicheng had stabilized the situation, he immediately formed sigils with both hands.

"Guarding Earth Divine Thunder, Exterminate Demons!"

The Goblin barely managed to scramble up from the ground, and before it could smash the ice off its feet, it was struck squarely by the earth‑yellow thunder that spread across the ground.

A horde of Goblins was instantly surrounded by a sea of thunder.

That wasn't all; besides his attack, other low‑level players also displayed their prowess, casting spells and launching ranged attacks to clean up the remaining stragglers.

Through everyone's combined effort, this wave of Goblins was instantly wiped out; amid wails, they all fell to the ground, turning into a pile of corpses.

"Wow, impressive, my bro!"

"Damn, that lightning strike felt great!"

"What's the difference between this and shooting at a fixed target?"

A few people nearby shouted in surprise; that wave of Goblins wasn't high‑level for Chen Shicheng, but for these newcomers it was a level‑skipping monster kill.

Although this wave only eliminated a few stragglers, Experience Points surged sharply, which was undeniably exciting.

"Sure enough, we still need the big players to lead; leveling up is fun."

A young man in the party couldn't help but speak up.

His words were rough but not unreasonable; the two high‑level players present, one with a full‑field control Skill, the other with a large‑area attack Skill, eliminated the troublesome high‑level wild monster, and the remaining Goblins were still left for them to butcher.

What was originally a pretty dangerous situation has now not only eased pressure but turned into a leveling sanctuary, which naturally dazzles these newcomers and earns them flattery. "Alright, hurry and clear the battlefield; the next wave of Goblins is coming soon."

Killing monsters in the real world differs from in‑game; besides the normal increase in Experience Points, nothing dropped, only charred corpses remained.

But since the Goblins' levels were far below Chen Shicheng's, he didn't mind being generous once, letting them savor the rapid‑leveling thrill he once experienced.

Of course, the task of clearing the battlefield now falls to them.

Soon after the corpses were cleared, the next wave of Goblins charged out.

This time the number seemed considerably larger than before, at least a hundred or fifty‑six, yet no one present showed any tension.

In their eyes, with Chen Shicheng and another high‑level player present, these Goblins were just moving Experience Points.

If they kept grinding at that efficiency, they could probably reach around level ten today, which would be really awesome. Goblins bursting from Gate 4 were already near the defensive fortifications; everyone looked at Chen Shicheng, who could only use the Taiyin Cold Ice Curse to immobilize the Goblins, allowing the others to output safely.

A seemingly fierce onslaught was brushed aside with a light touch.

Of course, though it looks easy, this burst‑style output consumes a lot for anyone; even someone like Chen Shicheng, who hides his skill, sees his True Essence nearly depleted after a few waves.

Naturally, he couldn't use the dwindling reserves of the Blood Killing Pearl just to look after these newcomers.

Fortunately, the higher‑ups aren't idle; supplies arrived quickly, and Song Bingyuan distributed Elixirs that replenish True Essence to everyone.

At the same time, Chen Shicheng received news that along with the resource shipment came some members of the Iron Blood Great Wall; reportedly the situation here had attracted higher‑level attention, so they came specifically to investigate.

Of course, besides the Iron Blood Great Wall's top players, players from neighboring cities also gathered, taking turns swapping the guards at the gate.

After three hours, Chen Shicheng was rotated to the rear for a break.

After a simple bite of rice, he idly wandered outside all the stadium gates, but noticed a problem: where had the Iron Blood Great Wall's god‑level players gone? They came to investigate, and even if they didn't need to fight, they should at least look around, right?

Could it be that Chen Shicheng already had a rough guess about this issue in his mind?

Of course, he wasn't the only clever one; someone took the chance during the break to ask Song Bingyuan the question, and he lingered nearby to listen.

"Where did the gods go?"

Song Bingyuan shook his head and said meaningfully, "You don't think we can solve this crisis by just blocking here until we slay every monster that bursts out, do you?"

"Probably… not likely."

Everyone shook their heads together; they had just checked a Russian forum and found that although the Icefield is desolate, monster numbers aren't low, and with the Goblins' Rapid Reproduction skill, as long as the passage remains open, monsters will continuously intrude.

"Therefore, to resolve this crisis we must start at the source, and the cause must lie on the opposite side of the passage."

Song Bingyuan said, looking toward the stadium.

(End of Chapter)