In a high-level martial arts game, a wife is given to you at the start.

Chapter 621 As long as we kill him, we'll win this game!

In the distorted void of the Thunderfire God Ruins, dark red arcs of electricity leaped wildly.

Xiahou Yuqian gripped the ship-slaying sword tightly, her chest heaving violently.

At this moment, she completely admitted in her heart that this "777" was not only strong, but so strong that it made her heart pound!

She had just killed Chen Lingxue with her god-level talent and SSS-level domineering swordsmanship.

They thought they could instantly break the enemy's will, but when they turned around, they found that their own elites had also been instantly killed by the enemy!

Even the head of Chen Lingxue, whom she had slashed to pieces, was caught in mid-air by a little girl named Qing Luoli!

"Retreat! Retreat to the outer perimeter quickly! Don't cause trouble for the Seven Gods!"

Xiahou Yuqian watched helplessly as Qing Luoli, clutching her head, called to the other two women and, taking advantage of the chaotic thunder and fire, fled towards the edge of the battlefield without looking back.

"Heh, they're just lackeys who've never seen anything like this before. They're the first to run away when it matters."

Xiahou Yuqian's lips curled into a cruel and contemptuous sneer.

In her logic, her teammates' escape meant the complete collapse of the defensive line.

No matter how strong 777 is, when faced with her and the remaining two elites surrounding and attacking her, it is ultimately just a desperate struggle like a trapped beast!

However, the atmosphere was completely different on the Red Team's channel.

"Seven Gods... I'm sorry, I'm so useless, I couldn't even hold on for a second..." Chen Lingxue's voice was weak, filled with a strong sense of defeat, and her head was being held in Qing Luoli's arms.

Although he is recovering through his martial god instincts, his flesh and blood simply cannot return under a thousand times the gravity!

"Seven Gods, we're too weak. Staying there will only distract you!" Qing Luoli cried out as she ran.

Qing Luoying's eyes were resolute, yet tinged with bitterness: "Seven Gods, I'm turning back! The three of them are about to surround you!"

Yu Mingyue stamped her feet in frustration, exclaiming as she looked at the relentlessly pursuing "Thunderfire Void Gods" behind her, "Chen Lingxue! Can't you be a little less skilled with your marksmanship?! All these Void Gods have inherited your skills! They've made us run so desperately! Quickly control these clones of yours, they're even taking down the Seven Gods!"

Indeed, the five or six Thunderfire Void Gods that emerged from Chen Lingxue's explosion were now wielding their spears irrationally, tearing apart the remnants of the Xiahou family's army and occasionally stabbing Lin Qiye in the back.

However, such an attack could not break through Lin Qiye's three-layered psionic shield, which had a defense capacity of up to 5000 million tons.

Lin Qiye glanced at the channel and was immediately at a loss for words!

"You need to learn to pull back and forth, even if it distracts the other side!"

Before he finished speaking, Lin Qiye's blue-black armor let out a roar like a giant beast from the abyss!

300% synchronization rate, full load overload!

Xiahou Yuqian is on her way back!

Seeing this scene, my eyes welled up with tears!

"Buzz—!"

In that instant, the black and gold spear in Lin Qiye's hand disappeared.

Instead, a black and gold gun barrage filled the entire field of vision!

"Oh no! Retreat immediately!!"

Xiahou Yuqian screamed in the team chat!

However, one of the Xiahou elites was surrounded by illusory gods, leaving him with nowhere to retreat!

"Pfft—Crack!"

That shot was neither fancy nor a test.

Lin Qiye defied the interference of the three illusory gods around him and forced a sprint beyond his limits under a thousand times the gravity!

The black and gold spear, like a dragon diving into the abyss or a blazing sun piercing the sky, struck the Xiahou elite directly in the waist and abdomen.

"BOOM!!!"

A surge of violent psionic energy erupted from behind the elite in a fan shape.

Xiahou Yuqian's eyes widened in horror as she watched her cousin, whose strength was enough to rank among the top 50 newcomers in the family, have his entire left half, along with his armor, instantly blasted into dust by this single shot!

Although he avoided fatal blows at the critical moment, the explosion of half of his body was fatal in the Thunderfire God Ruins.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The ruptured flesh and blood slammed into the ground under ten thousand times the force of gravity, and then five or six "Xiahou Martial God Void Gods" wrapped in purple lightning crawled up from the pool of blood.

In just a few minutes, more than twenty mindless Thunderfire Void Gods had already formed a dense mass on the battlefield.

They roared and howled, turning this sacred ruin into a true indiscriminate killing field.

The battlefield situation changes rapidly.

Xiahou Yuqian's eyes, as cold as stars, were fixed on Lin Qiye.

Suddenly, she saw the psionic shield around Lin Qiye's purplish-black armor shake violently. The three layers of light membrane, which were originally so deep they were almost purple, rapidly thinned and dissipated due to the unstable energy, leaving only two dark blue shields.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Qiye did not choose to continue to confront her head-on. Instead, he swayed and charged into the thunder and fire mist diagonally behind him, dragging his spear, as if he were trying to break through the encirclement.

"He can't hold on any longer!"

Xiahou Yuqian was overjoyed.

As a direct descendant of a top-tier wealthy family, she is acutely aware of the cost of "overload bursting."

Under a thousand times the gravity, continuously unleashing that terrifying thrust that could instantly kill a martial god, while maintaining three layers of shields, would be impossible even for a prince of a family to sustain for long.

"That's a sign of depleted psionic energy! He's trying to escape!"

Xiahou Yuqian let out a sharp roar in the team chat:

"Forget about those virtual gods! Go all out and surround 777! As long as we kill him, we win this game!"

Having said that, she used her "Elemental Absorption" talent to move through the group of Thunderfire Void Gods as if walking on flat ground, her ship-slaying blade drawing a fierce arc as she pursued them relentlessly.

However, the sound coming back from the channel was filled with despair.

"Captain! Help! I can't leave!!"

"I'm surrounded! Help me!!"

Xiahou Yuqian turned around abruptly, her pupils contracting sharply, a chill running down her spine and straight to her head.

The cousin whose body had been blasted in half by Lin Qiye was now in dire straits.

His broken body was already slowed down by the thousand times gravity, and now he was surrounded by more than a dozen Thunderfire Void Gods who had crawled out of the pool of blood.

Those virtual gods were not only tearing at his armor, but they even chose to self-destruct at close range the moment he counterattacked!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The continuous explosions of lightning and fire turned that area into a vacuum. The younger brother didn't even have time to scream before he was completely engulfed in purple lightning.

Meanwhile, the other surviving Xiahou elite was also tightly entangled by seven or eight Void Gods, and was forced to retreat steadily.

Xiahou Yuqian's originally passionate heart was instantly chilled to the bone, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.

"How could this happen..."