Amberli came up and briefly described her experience-

Like everyone else, she was randomly teleported to a room. She originally wanted to communicate with others on the walkie-talkie, but she was attacked as soon as she started.

That room was covered with silk thread mechanisms like spider webs.

The silk thread is tough and sharp, and it is as sharp as mud, and it has extremely high magic resistance and is not affected by spells.

Caught off guard, the walkie-talkie in Anboli's hand was cut by silk thread and broken in half, and he could no longer contact others.

What's even more terrible is that there is an elf archer's body that has been dead for countless years in the silk thread mechanism.

The corpse seemed to have reached a symbiotic relationship with the silk thread mechanism. The silk thread mechanism controlled the corpse, moved around and froze in the room, and kept shooting out powerful arrows after another to block the escape path of Anboli.

Judging from the archery skills and strength alone, it is completely the level of long-range players in the first echelon of the game.

After a considerable amount of effort, Ambori finally escaped from the room and seized the body.

Since there is no walkie-talkie to communicate with others, Anboli wanders around the way. Fortunately, she has a prop on her body that can temporarily increase her luck.

After using props, I spent a while to find the pattern marks left by others, climbed up along the marks, and finally found Li Ang and others to complete the meeting.

"So, what's going on now."

Amboli asked, rubbing his palms.

David briefly introduced it, and Li Ang walked to the corpse of the elf archer and carefully inspected it.

Like before, the archer's corpse also seemed dry and old, but the degree of aging was obviously lighter than that of Solomon and Theresa.

"The more magic power you gather, the stronger the erosion you will be."

Li Ang pondered and recited the contents of Solomon's experimental log.

Suddenly, Hornheim frowned and said in a deep voice: "You guys look at your player panel."

David, who was introducing the situation to Amboree, paused, "Hmm? What's wrong?"

Hornheim took a deep breath and said slowly: "The recovery speed of magic has changed again."

When Ding Zhensi heard this, he opened his player panel and suddenly realized that the spiritual power trough, which had already risen rapidly, had completely fallen into stagnation.

Even, a slow decline began to occur.

Ding Zhensi said in shock: "What's going on?"

"It may be caused by the special environment of the Holy Mountain."

Li Ang said: "The more magic power aggregates in an area, the higher the degree of erosion this area will be. The erosion here will probably extract the magic power contained in the living body.

This explains why Theresa, Solomon and others are not staying in the same place."

Hornheim nodded slowly and said, "In the low free energy area at the beginning of the script mission, my magic recovery speed is about 019 seconds, which is one-tenth of the normal state.

Now, this value has dropped to a negative 08, and it will drop by nearly fifty points of spiritual power every minute."

Hornheim directly told his current situation and did not ask about other people's situation first - the efficiency of spiritual power recovery is an important part of the player's strength, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a secret about life and death.

If you ask rashly, others may not be able to answer, so it is better to explain the situation yourself.

"And, this is when I carry props that can increase the recovery speed of spiritual power."

Hornheim asked in a deep voice: "How is your situation?"

David hesitated for a moment and said truthfully: "My spiritual power drop speed is slightly better, almost 067 spiritual power value seconds."

Ding Zhensi said: "059."

Liu Wudai: “062.”

Amborri: “065.”

Everyone's eyes turned to Li Ang, who rubbed the beard of the mask on the dragon head and said lightly: "Same, 065."

"Is this all?"

Hornheim's expression became more and more gloomy, and the 08th spiritual power value dropped by a second, it didn't look high.

But you can find that

If you just stand still, 2880 points of spiritual power will be burned in an hour.

In the killing game, a high-level spell profession that mainly points its intelligence and perception attributes and carries several magic props, the total spiritual power value is only about 3,000 points, which may be less than yet.

If you use some high-level spells, your spiritual power will be burned through directly, and you will not be able to use any skills or equipment.

“When we walked into the portal, we were no longer in full state.

It is expected that there will be only about forty-five minutes left.

If there is a battle in the middle, in order to ensure combat effectiveness, there will be only less than half an hour."

Hornheim said with a very fast speech: "If the spiritual power drops really because we are gathering together, there are only two ways.

Continue to act together and seize the time to climb the Holy Mountain.

We separated temporarily to slow down the spiritual power value, and each looked for upward channels to contact each other through walkie-talkies."

Hornheim's tone was calm and steady. Although he was a high-level magician and was suppressed the most in this environment, his long-term training still made him not lose his calmness and could still rationally analyze the status quo.

"The higher the basic value of spiritual power, the stronger the weakening it will be?"

Li Ang lowered his head and glanced at the corpse of the elf archer, suddenly turned his head and said to Ding Zhensi: "Xiao Ding, you can fight these two corpses."

"Ah? You want me to resist again?"

Ding Zhensi was stunned for a moment. The package containing the shadowed monster's broken limbs on the back of the Kuiniu mecha had not been removed yet, and now he was asked to carry the corpse.

Brother, are you treating me as a corpse-driver in Xiangxi?

Having said that, Ding Shinsi did as he did, grabbing the dried corpse of the elf archer and Solomon in his hands.

Li Ang turned to look at Ambori, "You climbed up from downstairs, right? Walking up the stairs and some upward tunnels hidden in the room?"

Amborri nodded, "Well, what's wrong?"

"If everyone climbed up from the floor below, then this area is the highest point we have explored."

Li Ang looked around the room and said, "Considering that Solomon deliberately connected the Mage Tower with the mechanisms in this room before his death,

Perhaps it can be thought that he expected that new brave men would enter the trial of the Holy Mountain in the future.

This move is to prevent, or at least hinder the brave from continuing to climb.

Then, this room should be the only upward passage in the nearby area.”

Li Ang took out a bundle of steel chisels from the sodium ring and held them in his hand. He threw the steel chisels towards the ceiling like throwing chopsticks.

Strong and firm—

Steel brazings were chiseled into the dome with lightning speed, arranged neatly like a chessboard.

All the exposed parts of the steel brazing are buzzing and shaking off the dust from the ceiling.

There was only one steel brazing that penetrated the ceiling and disappeared.

The ceiling is empty.

“Finally found.”

Like before Li Ang's eyes, he stepped on the invisible stairs and soared into the air, moved away the ceiling, revealing a square upward passage.

The passage stretches upwards for no reason, and it is dark and light-free.

"Just let the mecha pass"
Chapter completed!