Chapter 1987
Chapter 1987: Untitled
Ranmil didn’t know what to say.
She was so embarrassed that she wished the ground would open up so that she could jump in.
The ghost king turned around and smiled obsequiously at Feng Wu. “Miss Wu, isn’t it obvious? You’ve become an all-element mage now. Of course, the Survival Team is the winner.”
That was strange…
No one here were fools, and they immediately noticed the change in the ghost king’s attitude.
They almost couldn’t believe their eyes, but it felt as if the ghost king was fawning on Feng Wu…
The ghost king didn’t blink an eye when he yelled at Master Teacher Si Basi, but why was he so cautious around Feng Wu?
He looked like a subordinate greeting his princess.
Feng Wu said, “So, my team really is the winner.”
The ghost king said, “Of course!”
Wow —
Feng Wu’s team members all cheered loudly.
“OMG!”
“Holy crap!”
“We won! We actually won!”
Dugu Yamo was so excited that she murmured to herself, “I made no contribution whatsoever, and we won, just like that…”
The Chosen Team was filled with despair as they stared at Dugu Yamo.
Dugu Yamo turned to them and said, “You all fought so hard from the first to the seventh floor, but you lost. You had Normal mode, but you lost to us, who had Hell mode.”
The Chosen Team was speechless.
Dugu Yamo said, “That’s why you should be very careful when picking sides. How unlucky. Some of you could be as lucky as I am, but…”
Feng Liu felt as if she had been punched in the stomach.
So did Feng Yiran and Feng Sang, who had changed sides at the last minute.
Feng Wu looked at the ghost king and asked, “When can we proceed?”
The ghost king was very obliging now. “Whenever you want”
Feng Wu said, “Then I want to do so now.”
The ghost king nodded.
With a wave of his hand, four black-robed ghost generals appeared.
From their muscular arms, one could tell that they were tall, strong, and intimidating.
As soon as they appeared, they headed for the Chosen Team.
“W- What are you doing?” Sefiro finally began to panic.
The four generals surrounded them and pushed them toward the door.
“Hey! Stop it! What are you doing? Let go of me!”
No matter how loudly Sefiro and Feng Liu cried, the four ghost generals remained solemn and unaffected.
Once the door opened, they saw a bottomless chasm on the other side.
“Argh —” Sefiro screamed.
“Don’t push me in! I don’t want to die! Help!”
“Please don’t do this! No —”
Anyone would panic when they were about to be pushed off a cliff.
Sefiro and Feng Liu were scared out of their wits. Even Ranmil was trembling…