Chapter 120: Wutong Town

Five thousand shoddy demon soldiers.

Just five thousand soldier insignias, five pieces of top‑tier attribute purple gear.

Su Sheng smacked his lips.

Kill!

We must kill!

Anyway, it's just like Dad said this morning—it's only a game, so the worst that can happen is losing a level.

"Kill! Even if we don't kill them, other players won't be nice when they get here." Su Sheng hammered the point home.

Hearing that, Lin Huan and Chen Guan had no objections, but they kept watching the black mist roiling in the Great Rift, feeling a bad premonition.

Soon, Shen Yang came out.

Besides the black mist growing thicker, there was no sign of the low‑level demon soldiers coming out.

Then let's continue.

Afterward, everyone followed Su Sheng's lead and kept going back to farm the inferior demon soldiers' insignias.

But this time the surging black mist never subsided; it kept gushing out of the Great Rift, kukuku.

It distracted everyone from farming monsters, and they'd occasionally glance at the Great Rift's location.

There are still five thousand inferior demon soldiers left; today we probably won't be able to kill them all.

"Why is it getting a bit dark today?"

One of the squads farming monsters in the level‑30 zone, looking around with some hesitation, said to their teammates,

"Seems like it. Why's it getting dark already? The game time hasn't even come yet." Another teammate checked the game clock and said.

The game's time setting is the opposite of real time: when the game time starts, it's morning, and when you log off, it's night in the game world.

"All right, stop chatting and start dealing damage."

At that moment, the team's knight shouted, pulling everyone's attention back.

Afterward they kept focusing on killing monsters; a darker sky was just a darker sky—no big deal.

At the same time, all the players in Wutong Town noticed that the sky seemed to be getting dark.

At the same time, some players inside Wutong Town also noticed something abnormal.

"What's going on? Why have these NPC guards suddenly gone on alert?"

"Lots of NPC city‑defense troops are coming out of the city‑defense camp."

"Do you guys feel the sky's getting a bit dark?"

The players of Wutong Town were all talking about it.

Some players tried talking to those NPCs, but nobody responded.

As for the situation in Wutong Town, players posted about it on the forum right away.

At that point, the players of Wutong Town realized that, apparently, only their town was experiencing this in the whole game.

At the same time, some players posted that today Wutong Town's weather seemed off—the sky was pitch‑black and the whole town felt gloomy.

Wutong Town's special situation also lured many curious players to come check it out via the teleport array.

But so far, nobody has discovered any valuable information.

Just as many players were curious about Wutong Town's strange phenomenon,

Bi'an Huangquan's face, however, was not looking good.

"Brother Huangquan, you're not playing fair, huh? I heard you snatched a fixed 35‑level boss spot from the Assassin Alliance."

This was a private chat from Qiancheng Gongzi.

Damn it!

As fellow allies, Qiancheng Muxue actually went and planted a spy in her own guild.

Although I also have an informant inside Qiancheng Muxue's guild, it hasn't given me anything useful, so I still have to spend money to keep it going.

"Haha, good luck, good luck." Bi'an Huangquan let out a laugh.

But Bi'an Huangquan knew full well that, since Qiancheng Muxue now knows about that fixed boss, he can't possibly hold onto it.

All that's left is to see how much profit he can squeeze out of Qiancheng Muxue.

By the edge of the Great Rift.

The members of the Assassin Alliance naturally also noticed the forum post.

"Brother Sheng, do you think Wutong Town's changes might be related to the Great Rift's anomaly?" Liu Mang sidled up to Su Sheng and said.

Su Sheng glanced up at the Great Rift's location; at that moment, the black energy inside kept surging upward, showing no sign of stopping.

Ever since the last anomaly, the Great Rift has stayed like this.

"Be more confident—drop the 'won't.'" Su Sheng replied.

No need to think—Wutong Town's current change is definitely tied to the Great Rift's anomaly.

Those game NPCs probably know something, but so far no player has managed to find out.

Besides that, aside from the Assassin Alliance members present, the Huakai players, and the Dream Building Squad, nobody knows that the Great Rift is the cause.

This map location has already exceeded the exploration range for players at this stage, and Su Sheng only came here because of the Demon Suppression III quest.

As for Shen Yang, he's just bored after getting his hidden class.

Feelings these inferior demon soldiers are like a sugar‑coated bomb—eating them triggers the bomb's explosion, but so far the bomb's

"Never mind them, we'll keep farming." Su Sheng said with a grin.

There are still over four thousand inferior demon soldiers on the field—today we definitely can't finish them all.

"Everyone, give it your all."

Su Sheng spoke up to cheer them on.

Although everyone was worried about the anomaly of the Great Rift, nobody stopped their actions.

Because the relevant distribution has already been announced.

Of the remaining 15 purple weapons, one was assigned to Shen Yang of the Hidden Class.

Of the remaining fourteen, the Huacui Squad took three more, and how to distribute them is up to Lin Huan.

The remaining eleven all went to the Assassin Alliance.

The eleven top‑attribute purple weapons will be distributed among the Assassin Alliance members according to performance.

So the Assassin Alliance players were all excited, as if injected with chicken blood.

Although 1,000 people are competing for eleven spots, it's difficult, and even if you strive you might not get one, but if you don't strive you definitely won't.

As the saying goes, effort does not guarantee success, but without effort you will surely fail.

As time passed, the number of inferior demon soldiers on the field further decreased.

Everyone present could clearly see that, as the number of inferior demon soldiers dwindled bit by bit, the demon energy rising from the Great Rift grew ever thicker.

With the end of today's game time.

The inferior demon soldiers on the field now number just over a thousand; if nothing unexpected happens, they can all be cleared tomorrow.

Furthermore, the position of the Great Rift has almost entirely been covered by black demon energy.

At this moment, the sky over Wutong Town was as dark as midnight, pitch‑black.

Of course, besides the influence of demon energy, it was also because the game time had arrived, evening in the game world.

The many players of Wutong Town had waited a whole day, but nothing else happened, leaving them inevitably disappointed.

Players from other towns who had come to watch the excitement also left one after another.

Although the situation was unusual, nothing happened, so everyone just didn't want to waste time.