Chapter 1217: Advance Game 8

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【There is still 11:13:47 before the start of the T2 time period】

【Total players 719.72 billion; 6618 Blue Star ordinary players 6.07 billion; total S-level players 2212; 6618 Blue Star S-level players 4. 】

The most important thing is to look at two data.

The time of T1 is still 12 hours, and the other numbers are decreasing.

The total number of players has decreased by more than 200 million in 4 hours, which seems a bit shocking.

The total number of S-level players is also one less.

Fu Anan opened the leaderboard to check it out.

She, Zheng Tianxing, and Fu Yizhi all kept their original ranks, while Lu Shen and Andre's ranks rose by one each. So the dead player must be someone who was ranked behind, and I don't know him anyway.

The moonlight turned silvery gray.

Every day is the same temperature, the same weather, and the same darkness, making it impossible to tell whether it is day or night based on the weather.

Fu Anan was sleepy and tired at the moment. She moved her legs slowly, trying to find a safer place to rest.

A pair of blood-stained shoes casually stepped on a corpse, then slowly moved away.

At this time, corpses were strewn all over the ground.

"Master Fu, these people are all strangers. There are many wounds on their bodies, as if they were cut out with countless knives."

At this moment, a young man is checking how these people died, and reporting the injuries to the man at the front.

This person is none other than Wang Fan from WOC.

After entering the game, he didn't know what kind of **** luck he had, but he was able to meet the boss in the first T2 time. He still clearly remembered that he was mixed with a group of ordinary players. He heard that they were going to hunt S-rank players, so he specially went to watch and prepare to open his eyes.

Then he followed the group of players and caught up with Fu Yizhi.

Opening his eyes to his boss's boss, he is also amazing.

But he really opened his eyes.

With more than a hundred players, it doesn't even count as a fart against Master Fu who can use special abilities, directly refreshing Wang Fan's definition of powerful.

But Master Fu is good at everything, but his temper is not very good.

Too aloof, obviously didn't talk much, and didn't make any demands on him, but it just gave people an unspeakable pressure.