I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

"Break!"

The Prince roared.

The giant blade danced, carrying an earth-shattering aura as it slashed at the players once more.

They had already fought the Prince for several rounds.

Each person bore injuries, large and small, and exhaustion was etched on their faces.

They watched this despairing scene unfold.

The players gritted their teeth and continued to use their skills to dodge.

However, even with her body enhancement, Qiao Biluo, who possessed a body as tough as diamond and had even withstood submachine gun fire in other instances,

was carelessly grazed by the blade's aura.

Before the Prince, her body was as fragile as paper.

With a whoosh, her arm, along with blood spurting from the wound, fell to the ground.

Qiao Biluo had lost her right hand.

Her face grim, she took out a bandage-like item to stop the bleeding.

Frowning, she asked Xiaoxiao, "Where's the Bereaved? Where did he disappear to?"

At this moment, everyone also looked at the little loli beside them.

While changing clothes backstage, they had noticed the Bereaved chatting with Xiaoxiao for a few words before disappearing without a trace.

They had asked her about it before going on stage.

At that time, Xiaoxiao replied—the Bereaved had hidden himself in a way that wouldn't provoke the Prince's anger.

This was also what Wu Wang had told Xiaoxiao when he left.

After all, he couldn't directly say that he wasn't going to participate at all, right?

If the other players investigated, his subsequent plan to refine humans would be difficult to carry out.

This explanation also wouldn't arouse Xiaoxiao's suspicion.

After all, anyone who knew that someone was planning to harm them would choose to hide and avoid danger.

At first, the others didn't say much.

After all, they had already guessed what the Blue-Haired Executioner was thinking.

Let him hide then.

Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be lacking this level ten combat power.

But now it was different.

No one had expected the Prince to be so fierce.

With more people, even if they scattered, escaped, and took turns attacking,

they could at least make the Prince swing a few more times, buying more time.

They could also see that the Prince was acting according to the timeline of the play. The longer they dragged it out, the easier it would be to enter the next stage.

Simply put, they could use Wu Wang's life to try and make mistakes.

Now, Xiaoxiao's face was also somewhat ugly as she retorted, "Who cares where he is? Even if a level ten player were here, he couldn't change the situation!"

"More people mean more strength, Xiaoxiao. Don't think I can't see it. You know that kid, right? Are you just worried about something happening to him?" Qiao Biluo said fiercely.

Xiaoxiao disdainfully said, "What's it to you? You should be thinking about how to get your hand back."

At this moment, a figure emerged from the shadows on the ground.

When the crowd cast their eyes over, they were shocked to discover that it was the Pageboy.

He had indeed not died from the previous slash.

Facing Xiaoxiao's rebuttal, the Pageboy suddenly spoke, "It really does concern us. I didn't sense his presence. The Bereaved might not even be in the play!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Not hiding? But not even in the theater at all?!

That meant that their play had actually been missing a person from the very beginning.

Crap! Would the Prince investigate this afterward?

After all, if the number of performers decreased for no reason, the other party might get angry!

"Hmph! You slut, you're quite good at making up lies!" Qiao Biluo said gloomily, "If the Prince asks about it later, don't blame us for pushing your lover out to take the blame!"

Xiaoxiao didn't speak.

Only a hint of worry flashed in her eyes.

Although she had only just met the Bereaved, he was Yan Shuangying's disciple.

Yan Shuangying had saved her before, and she had always remembered that favor.

But in the current situation, how could she save the Bereaved?

While everyone was arguing,

a sharp glint suddenly flashed in the Prince's eyes.

He kicked out and picked up the bright silver spear on the ground.

He casually danced a brilliant spear flourish, stirring up dust on the ground.

The fluent and outstanding lyrics continued to shout, "Zhao Zilong of Changshan is here! He single-handedly braves Cao's camp to show his skills! Suddenly, he hears a woman's voice! He dismounts and can walk."

It's entering the next stage again.

After finding Madam Gan, the Prince would look for Madam Mi.

However, just at this moment, the dust settled and dissipated.

Everyone was shocked.

The Prince's burly body, like a mountain, was actually holding a figure in his arms.

Fortunately, at first glance, they discovered that it was just a puppet.

The puppet seemed relatively petite and was wrapped in swaddling clothes.

It must be that after Madam Mi threw herself to her death, Zhao Yun hid A'dou in his arms, planning to break through.

This also meant that the Prince's next wave of attacks was about to come.

Everyone immediately stopped arguing.

They focused all their attention on the Prince's giant blade and bright silver spear.

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However, just at this moment.

In the audience seats, invisible to the players,

Wu Wang's breathing became more and more rapid.

His face was somewhat ugly as he stared intently at the Prince's heroic and unmatched Zhao Zilong image.

He felt like his left wrist was about to burn.

That intense pain teased his nerves and began to wail.

No... it wasn't just the physical pain, but also a burning sensation that surged from his soul.

It was the remnant soul acting up!

Damn it! Abyss God, give some kind of reaction!

Are you also a senior of the Orange lineage? Can you bear to watch me be spurred and burned by a remnant soul?

Rounding it off, you live on my right wrist, so my body is half your home, right?

Someone's shitting in your living room! Aren't you angry?

Wu Wang cursed inwardly and looked down at his right wrist.

He was shocked to discover that the red vertical pupil was looking at him with a mocking and playful gaze.

Damn it! This bastard is really watching the show!

"White Robe? Why does your face look so unsightly? Could it be that this play isn't exciting enough?" The troupe leader also noticed Wu Wang's abnormality.

To this, he could only reluctantly squeeze out a wry smile.

"No, it's just that my abdomen is a little uncomfortable. I think I ate something bad. Please forgive me for going to relieve myself."

Then, clutching his stomach, he got up and ran, intending to deal with the problem of the remnant soul first.

But who knew that as soon as Wu Wang left the audience seats,

when he disappeared from the troupe leader's sight, the remnant soul on his wrist suddenly brightened.

In an instant, it dyed his left hand black and white, as eerie as if it had been soaked and dyed in a paint bucket.

Even this eerie face paint began to spread along his arm towards his neck and head.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Wang's whole person turned into a painted face.

"Yu... let us perform on the same stage..."

"Wake up quickly... Yu..."

Eerie whispers sounded in his ears.

In a daze, he began to feel the surrounding environment change.

The battlefield on the stage seemed to expand again.

When Wu Wang opened his eyes again, he was shocked to discover that the six gray-faced players were standing not far away from him, waiting in full battle array.

His heart skipped a beat!

Crap! I was brought into the play?

After all that, I still have to fight the Prince?

Wait a moment...

Why can't I see the Prince?

At this time, Wu Wang also felt that the players' gazes towards him were not quite right.

Shouldn't they be wary of the Prince? Why are they looking at me?

Even his own position was a little off.

It seemed a little too high off the ground.

How am I suspended two meters in the air?

Glug—

Wu Wang swallowed subconsciously.

He seemed to have guessed where he was now.

He looked up at the Prince's solemn face, feeling the hardness of the other party's biceps coming from the top of his head, and the sharp bright silver spear pressed against his throat.

He seemed to be held in the Prince's arms...

Oh no, logically speaking, before he came, the Prince shouldn't have been in this capturing posture, but rather an embracing protection.

Did I become A'dou?

"What kind of villainous scoundrel dares to replace the roots of my lord's descendants? Quickly stretch your neck and accept your execution!"