"You are... Fang Zhenzhu?!" The leading player asked, and there was a tremolo in his voice. Even he himself did not notice the sound he made now, hoarse and dry.

"Oh, do you know me? It seems that my fame is not just in the Heavenly Prison?" Fang Zhenzhu took the wine pot away, wiped the corner of his mouth with his hand, and threw off the wine in his hand. What is strange is that his arm holding the wine pot, the whole arm, the whole arm, and the visible ones exposed from the sleeves, were silver-white, and the palms were covered with silver metal. They were arm armor and gloves, which were integrated with no gap.

"It's really you?..." The leading player took a breath, including the players standing behind him. After hearing Fang Zhenzhu admit it in person, their hearts suddenly shrank, paused for a second, and then it started beating violently even more rapidly than before!

Fang Zhenzhu, one person can suppress the prison! This is a saying circulating in Luoyang City. Whether it is the common people or the players, they are full of awe of Fang Zhenzhu. Not only because he is the lord of the Heavenly Prison, but also because someone planned to escape from the prison and successfully released the many desperate people inside, they rushed to the Heavenly Prison. Fang Zhenzhu was blocked by Fang Zhenzhu and could not make any progress.

What's even more terrifying is that none of those people died, all of them were knocked out and taken back to the heavenly prison. Those who were waiting for them would die in the end, but it might be possible to suffer any unbearable torture before death. Some people think that Fang Zhenzhu, the lord of the heavenly prison, is a bit pedantic. These desperadoes should kill them on the spot, which makes more players and those rangers afraid that no one will die.

Sometimes, if you die, you are very neat, and if you live, you are worse than death.

Now that the legend in Luoyang City is sitting in front of them, why don’t this group of players feel chilled and scared? Some players have inevitably begun to despair, thinking that they will not only not be able to save the person they want to save, but will also be left here. That is even more terrifying than death!

Because Fang Zhenzhuo was just sitting, in their perception, it seemed like an unsurpassed mountain was standing in front of them. This feeling of being completely suppressed in the mind came from, but it was so abrupt, domineering, and heavy pressure in their hearts, making everyone unable to breathe.

With a brow raised, Fang Zhenyu seemed to realize something, shaking the wine pot in his hand and drank it all. Then he stretched out his right hand, loosened his five fingers, and the empty wine pot fell to the ground, making a "pop" sound. Many players thought Fang Zhenyu's right hand was a prosthetic limb, but when they saw this scene, they all denied the idea that the wine pot was pottery. If it was really a prosthetic limb, it would never be held in his hand for so long, until it was released and fell to the ground.

"You have also seen it. You can't escape. But... I guess you understand it, right? Since I am sitting here, there is a reason to sit here." Fang Zhenzhuo stood up suddenly, like a beast awakening from his deep sleep, with his sharpness even more.

He smiled, revealing two neat and white rows of teeth, "Look, I don't even have weapons. Come on, defeat me, or kill me."

"Although none of you can get away, after killing me, you will definitely feel much more happy, right?"

"And..." Fang Zhenyu raised his right hand, and his five fingers were clenched and loosened. The corners of his mouth curled up, "As long as you die, it would be equivalent to escaping? And after killing me, those associated interests are enough to make you take such a risk, right?"

"Do it!" The leading player suddenly shouted softly. He had just been talking, just to delay time and give his side more time to prepare. The players behind him had some deviant steps and their moving bodies. At first glance, they seemed to be shocked by Fang Zhenzhu, but in fact they were preparing to cover the players holding bows and arrows.

He didn't know why the soldiers on the four walls did not take action. This was probably Fang Zhenzhuo's arrogantness. He didn't know, and he didn't know why their small moves could not cover up everything. Why did the soldiers who saw them not reminded me. But the arrow was on the string and had to be fired. As Fang Zhenzhuo said, they couldn't escape.

If you can't escape, you can only fight to the death. What if you kill Fang Zhenzhu? What's more, death is really nothing to them, because being captured alive is more terrifying than death. Just as the three people they are going to rescue are all his real friends, but they have been imprisoned in the heavenly prison in the game and cannot die! That's why he came to escape from prison.

"It's not bad." Fang Zhenzhuo's eyes lit up. He looked at the cold arrow shot at him. He took a step and his right foot fell heavily!

The dust on the ground was shaken by Fang Zhenzhuo's steps. The dust and sand flew, completely covering his figure and also blocking the players' sight. They could only see the shadows of the shooting arrow branches entering the dust and sand in the sky. Their eyes wanted to penetrate, but they were all blocked outside.

Players don’t know if Fang Zhenzhuo was injured or dead, but they could only continue to shoot arrows, and one feather arrow after another continued to shoot out. No matter how strong a person is, he should be injured a little under such an offensive. After all, the flying sandstorm not only blocks the sight of these archers, but also blocks Fang Zhenzhuo’s sight. This is an opportunity!

"Go!" The leading player spoke. The players following him holding various melee weapons looked at each other and rushed out without any scruples.

One knife is enough to make money, two knifes are enough to make money, and three knifes are enough to make money. These players have no scruples. Even if they are afraid, they are attracted by the huge reputation and interests represented by Fang Zhenzhu, which is worth a try!

These players rushed in, but no sound came out for a long time, and the sand and dust were still rolling and not falling. If there was a scream, it was easy to say, but there was no sound at all. This was not only strange, but also filled with all kinds of fear of the unknown.

Just as the players were full of thoughts, Fang Zhenzhuo stepped out of the sand and dust, and his right hand was full of arrows. When he backhanded, he loosened, the arrow branches that had just shot into the sand and dust fell from his hands one by one.

The dust and sand behind him fell, and the players who had just rushed in were all lying on the ground, without any wounds on their bodies, not knowing whether it was life or death.

"I forgot to tell you, you can't die! You can't even commit suicide!!" He stepped on his toes, leaving a deep pit on the ground, and Fang Zhenzhu rushed out.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!