41: Chapter 41 Isn't this insane?

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Thunder Ruins, inside that hidden valley crevice.

The rumbling footsteps gradually faded away, and the previously trembling earth finally returned to calm.

The Professionals hiding in the dark, damp crevice were now all covered in dust and in a sorry state.

The arrogance they had displayed just moments ago when monopolizing the BOSS had completely vanished.

"Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Lei Zhen spat out the dirt in his mouth, cautiously poked half his head out, and took a peek outside.

He saw that on the rocky plain outside, apart from some crushed stones and messy footprints, the terrifying black beast tide had vanished without a trace.

"Whew... it's gone."

Lei Zhen pulled his head back and looked at Zhao Zixuan, who was just as disheveled: "What do you say? Can we leave now?"

Zhao Zixuan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, which had been knocked askew and were covered in cracks.

With a gloomy face, he carefully sensed the movements around them before nodding: "Those beasts have no brains; they must have dispersed after losing their target. It should be safe outside now."

"Let's go! Back to kill the BOSS!"

"Damn it!" Upon hearing this, Lei Zhen slammed his fist into the stone wall, his eyes burning with rage:

"When we go back this time, they'd better pray I don't see those three bastards again!"

"Luring monsters to harm us—I'll settle this score with them sooner or later! Don't let me find out which class they're from!"

Beside him, Lin Ya was tidying her tattered magic robes. Hearing this, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes: "Do you think... we've been hiding here for so long, could they have taken advantage of our absence to kill the BOSS?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the narrow crevice fell silent for a moment. Then, a cold, disdainful laugh erupted.

"Kill it?" Zhao Zixuan said, brushing dust off his body with a look of contempt: "Lin Ya, have you been scared stupid?"

"Just them? Three people?"

"With that bizarre lineup, let alone killing the BOSS, if they could even survive for three minutes against the Thunder Roar Berserk without being wiped out, I'd kowtow to them and become their apprentice!"

"That's a Nightmare-tier BOSS! Even the fifteen of us have to fight carefully, and they think the three of them can kill it? They're dreaming!"

"Rest assured." A cold, confident smirk tugged at the corner of Zhao Zixuan's mouth: "Don't even think about it; those three must have run away long ago."

Lin Ya was still puzzled, frowning as she asked: "If they can't beat it, what's the point of doing all that to sabotage us? They're truly insane!"

"Isn't it obvious? They are insane!" Zhao Zixuan took off his broken gold-rimmed glasses and tossed them casually on the ground: "This is what you call the impotent rage of the weak."

"Didn't the guy leading them say it earlier? He was unhappy that we monopolized the area."

"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, people without strength often have the strongest self-esteem and are the most sensitive."

Lei Zhen also shouldered his heavy sword at this moment, nodding in agreement with a scoff: "A Xuan is right. Monopolizing the area? That's the privilege of the strong! It's also a manifestation of strength!"

"Those three pieces of trash, just because they lack strength and can't get into the circle, they're green with envy watching us eat meat."

"That's why they resort to these disgusting but meaningless little tricks from behind our backs to vent the imbalance in their hearts."

Having said this, Lei Zhen spat and his eyes were filled with contempt: "I've seen plenty of people like this. They just disgust us a little, but in reality, they can't cause any major impact."

"Let's go! Don't waste time with such trash; the BOSS is still waiting for us!"

Under the trio's self-justification and psychological reinforcement, the members of the three teams regained their confidence.

They reorganized and headed back along the original path toward the Thunder Roar Altar.

On the way back, the monsters were noticeably sparser. Without much effort, that familiar pitch-black cave appeared before their eyes again.

"We're here!" Lei Zhen took the lead, raising his greatsword high: "Brothers! Give me your full attention this time! Let's make this quick!"

"Charge!" Everyone shouted, following behind the three captains, and rushed out of the cave aggressively.

However, just as they stepped out of the cave and returned to that wide altar,

Zhao Zixuan, who was running at the very front, suddenly froze in place as if he had been hit by a paralysis spell.

His legs felt like they were filled with lead, and he couldn't take another step.

"What's wrong, A Xuan? Why are you just standing there? Go!" Lei Zhen, who was behind him, almost bumped into him and shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Let's go! Hurry up and finish the BOSS so we can call it a day; we still need to rest and recuperate to prepare for the Freshman Challenge Tournament!"

Zhao Zixuan, standing at the very front, did not speak. It was as if he hadn't heard Lei Zhen's words at all.

His eyes were widened to their limit, and his pupils reflected a scene that made his worldview collapse.

His face turned as pale as paper in an instant, drained of all color.

He tremblingly raised his hand, pointing toward the center of the altar, his lips quivering, and a dry, hoarse roar escaped his throat: "...No...This...This is impossible!!!"

"What's impossible? What scared you into such a state?" Lei Zhen impatiently pushed him aside and, taking Lin Ya with him, looked in the direction Zhao Zixuan was pointing.

The next second. Clang! The greatsword on Lei Zhen's shoulder crashed directly onto his own foot.

But it was as if he couldn't feel the pain; he just gaped, staring blankly ahead.

The magic staff in Lin Ya's hand slipped and fell to the ground with a "clatter."

In the center of the altar, that Thunder Roar Berserk was currently lying on the ground, motionless, in an extremely humiliating posture.

And above its head, a giant sword of light, blocking out the sky and radiating terrifying holy might, was descending with the momentum to destroy the world!

That BOSS, which could withstand the barrage of fifteen of them while at full health, now had only a sliver of health left!

And this final sword strike was like the last mountain crushing the camel.

Boom—!!! With a heaven-shaking roar, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the Thunder Roar Berserk's massive body completely shattered under this second Sword of Apocalypse, turning into starlight that filled the sky!

The entire world seemed to fall silent at this moment.