My Disciples are Too Idiotic

Chapter 460 312: You Stinky Show-Off, You Call This Thing a Boss?_2

The pupils within the eyeball stared relentlessly at everyone, instilling a chilling sensation in all who beheld it. Surrounding it, dark purple tendrils, resembling octopus tentacles, continuously floated around, with smaller eyes dotting each one. These small eyes roved ceaselessly in all directions, as if they possessed lives of their own. However, all the players below were frozen in place, involuntarily swallowing hard.

Chaotic Dance Steps's mouth twitched. Looking at the eyeball, he murmured, "Could this be the so-called Touch of the Evil God?"

That's right. They had just received a warning that they were being watched by the Touch of the Evil God, and they wouldn't have much time left to live. This was the first time they had encountered such a situation.

But how are they to fight such a massive Boss?

"Damn it, is this really the Boss? Just looking at it makes me feel uneasy."

A Bowl of Duck Leg Rice clutched his girlfriend, his legs trembling involuntarily, while the girlfriend in his arms shivered uncontrollably. Putting aside their identities as players, they were ultimately still human. Humans always possess a kind of reverence and fear towards the unknown. The Touch of the Evil God looming above them was clearly the main source of their awe and fear.

If this thing is one of the so-called Ancient Gods, how are they to deal with it? To be seen by it means only waiting for death! This surely is a Bug Level existence, right?

"Brothers, let's do this!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and then a pillar of fire shot up from the crowd, flying directly towards the eyeball above everyone's heads.

Fire Escape - Fire Dragon Bullet!

But as the Fire Dragon Bullet ascended, the flames gradually began to fade in the players' sight. Eventually, the Fire Dragon Bullet extinguished itself, never even reaching the Touch of the Evil God.

"Damn it! Damn Game Designer, come out here! How are we supposed to fight this thing?"

"Shit, man! I usually don't swear, but now I really want to give the Game Designer's whole family a piece of my mind!"

"We can't fight this thing! Brothers, what do you think?"

"Fight? If the Fire Dragon Bullet couldn't even touch the Boss, I doubt any of our other Magic stands a chance."

At this moment, Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life rapidly formed a hand seal, calculating his remaining time while keeping his eyes fixed on the Touch of the Evil God in the sky.

Wood Escape - Vine Ascension!

Earth Escape - Earth Rock Spear!

As the vines soared skyward, the players' expressions changed.

That's right! If they can't reach the Boss from their current distance, they just need to close the gap themselves!

Watching Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life get closer, many players couldn't hold back any longer and began casting their own Magic one after another. Instantly, various Earth and Wood Magic techniques erupted from the ground, transforming the area into a forest of earthen spikes and twisting vines. However, as they approached the Touch of the Evil God, they realized that it was much larger than they had anticipated. The closer they got, the more intense their sense of despair became.

Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life swung his arms, controlling the Earth Rock Spear—as thick as his thighs—and jabbed it towards the Touch of the Evil God. But just as the Earth Rock Spear closed in, Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes rolled back, blood began to flow from his seven orifices, and his life force dissipated in that instant. The vines and the Earth Rock Spear beneath him also began to crumble, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye. Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life himself plummeted in a free fall.

BANG—

Without giving the players any time to react, the corpse of Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life smashed into the crowd, exploding in front of everyone and sending blood and limbs flying in all directions.

"Fuck, there's blood all over me!"

"You think that's bad? Half Dream's arm flew right over and impaled the player next to me!"

"Damn, that's terrifying! He landed on a player, and that player just Exploded on the Spot!"

"How are we supposed to play this damn game? We don't even know what's going on!"

All the players were bewildered. Just as Half Dream, Half Wake, Half Life was on the verge of success, who could have known he would suddenly fall?

At that moment, chaos erupted among the players. One by one, players began bleeding from all seven orifices, their eyes rolling back as they collapsed where they stood, not even twitching. In the blink of an eye, at least a few hundred players had died.

Chaotic Dance Steps looked at Flourishing Flowers dying beside him and couldn't help but swallow hard. He shouted, "Time! They were all players with only five minutes! Their time was up! Damn it, we can't waste any more time!"

No sooner had he spoken than his body stiffened, and he fell face-first to the ground. Those words had become his last. He had no special bloodline or constitution, nor was he a player of a special race; his ordinary Human Race body simply couldn't endure for long.

The players who witnessed this felt a chill grip their hearts.

This is too bizarre, isn't it? Did time really run out, triggering a forced death?

Dung Beetle swallowed hard, then turned and ordered, "Wood Leaf Village players who are still alive! Use Earth Escape and Wood Escape to create platforms and ascend! Attack this Boss with all your strength!"

Upon hearing this, the Wood Leaf Village players reacted and sprang into action.

As the only Wind Magic player, Dung Beetle was the first to use Wind Magic to take flight. Simultaneously, he began forming a Spiral Pill in his palm.

Wind Escape - Spiral Shuriken!

Seeing Dung Beetle step forward, the other players seemed to find their resolve. They began to continuously use Wood Escape and Earth Escape to ascend, chasing after him. The closer they got to the Touch of the Evil God, the more intense their fear grew.

On the ground, they'd only thought the Touch of the Evil God was an eyeball floating in mid-air, and that blinding it would solve the problem. But now, up close, they realized they were terribly wrong. This thing wasn't just huge; it was colossal!

A sense of helplessness and confusion completely overwhelmed the airborne players, leaving them too terrified to even breathe. On the tentacles of the Touch of the Evil God, the eyes seemed ordinary. But as the players approached, those eyes also turned to look at them, each one much larger than their bodies. Being stared at by so many eyes simultaneously, the players' terror intensified.

Just then, Dung Beetle hurled his Spiral Shuriken. As they watched it spin and fly towards the target, the other players held their breath. They couldn't match Dung Beetle's altitude. Now, all they could do was cheer him on as they continued their ascent.

The pale blue Spiral Shuriken gradually closed in on the Touch of the Evil God. Just a few seconds into its flight, one of the Evil God's tentacles suddenly twitched.

No! More accurately, it convulsed in mid-air.

Dung Beetle's Spiral Shuriken exploded violently in mid-air, never even making contact with the Touch of the Evil God. At that exact moment, the tentacle quivered once more.

SNAP!

A sound like a whip cracking rang out. Under the gaze of all the players, Dung Beetle's body violently exploded, bursting like a blood-red firework in mid-air.

"Boss! Fuck, did Boss Dung Beetle just explode?"

"That's the second-ranked player on the Combat Power List! How are the rest of us supposed to play now?"

"Something's not right. It looks like all the Top Ten on the Combat Power List have died. They were all Human Race players, so it seems they all perished just now."

"Is that the main point here? The Touch of the Evil God's tentacle merely twitched, and Dung Beetle exploded! Do you understand what that implies?"

Instantly, the players who had been following Dung Beetle's ascent halted.

Indeed. How are they supposed to fight this?

If they continued to approach, it seemed they had no way to counter the Touch of the Evil God. But if they didn't, they could only wait to die.

The Heavens are Dead looked at the dissipating blood-red firework where Dung Beetle had been, then turned and roared, "Brothers of Wood Leaf Village! Avenge our Boss! Get ready! We're going to kill this Boss!"