Anboli stepped forward and briefly recounted her experience—

Like everyone else, she was randomly teleported into a room. She originally wanted to use the walkie-talkie to communicate with others, but was attacked right away.

That room was full of spiderweb-like silk threads.

The silk threads were tough and sharp, cutting iron like mud, and had extremely high magic resistance, unaffected by spells.

Caught off guard, the walkie-talkie in Anboli's hand was cut by the silk threads, shattered into two halves, and she could no longer contact others.

What was even more deadly was that within the silk thread mechanisms, there was also the corpse of an elf archer who had been dead for who knows how many years.

That corpse seemed to have formed a symbiotic relationship with the silk thread mechanisms. The silk thread mechanisms controlled the corpse, moving around the room, constantly shooting out powerful arrows, blocking Anboli's escape path.

Judging from the archery skills and strength alone, it was completely at the level of the top-tier ranged players in the Killing Game.

Anboli spent a lot of effort to finally escape that room, and also captured the corpse.

Since she had no walkie-talkie to communicate with others, Anboli wandered around aimlessly. Fortunately, she had an item that could temporarily increase her luck.

After using the item, it took her a while to find the pattern markings left by others. Following the markings, she climbed all the way up, and finally found Li Ang and the others, completing the reunion.

"So, what's the situation now?"

Anboli asked, rubbing her palms together.

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

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

"The more magic gathered, the stronger the erosion..."

Li Ang pondered for a moment, reciting the content of Solomon's experimental log.

Suddenly, Hohenheim frowned and said in a deep voice, "Look at your player panels."

David, who was introducing the situation to Anboli, paused. "Huh? What's wrong?"

Hohenheim took a deep breath and slowly said, "The recovery speed of magic power has changed again."

Upon hearing this, Ding Zhensi opened his player panel and was shocked to find that the spiritual power bar, which was already rising at a snail's pace, had completely stagnated.

Even worse, it began to slowly decline.

Ding Zhensi said in astonishment, "What's going on?"

"It may be caused by the special environment of Mount Holy,"

Li Ang said, "The more magic power gathered in an area, the higher the degree of erosion this area will suffer—the erosion here is probably extracting the magic power contained in living beings.

This can explain why Theresa, Solomon, and others didn't stay in the same place."

Hohenheim slowly nodded and said, "In the low free-energy area at the beginning of the scenario mission, my magic power recovery speed was about 0.19 spiritual power points per second, which is one-tenth of the normal state.

And now, this value has dropped to negative 0.8, and it will drop by nearly fifty spiritual power points every minute."

Hohenheim directly stated his current situation without first asking about others' conditions—spiritual power recovery efficiency is an important component of a player's strength, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it is a matter of life and death.

Asking rashly, others may not answer, so it's better to explain the situation yourself first.

"Moreover, this is under the condition that I am carrying items that can increase the speed of spiritual power recovery."

Hohenheim asked in a deep voice, "What's your situation?"

David hesitated for a moment, but still truthfully said, "My spiritual power decline rate is slightly better, about 0.67 spiritual power points per second."

Ding Zhensi said, "0.59."

Liu Wudai: "0.62."

Anboli: "0.65."

Everyone's eyes turned to Li Ang, who rubbed the beard of his dragon head mask and said lightly, "Same, 0.65."

"It's all like this..."

Hohenheim's expression became even more gloomy. A decline rate of 0.8 spiritual power points per second doesn't seem high,

But calculating it, you will find that

Just standing still will burn 2880 points of spiritual power per hour.

In the Killing Game, a high-level magic-type professional who mainly focuses on intelligence and perception attributes and carries several magical items has a total spiritual power value of only about 3000 points, maybe even less.

If you use some high-level spells again, the spiritual power value will be directly burned through, and you won't be able to use any skills or equipment.

"We weren't at full strength when we walked through the portal.

The estimated time we can act is only about forty-five minutes.

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

Hohenheim said very quickly, "If the decline in spiritual power is really because we are gathered together, then there are only two ways.

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

We temporarily separate to slow down the rate of spiritual power decline, each looking for a passage upward, and contacting each other through walkie-talkies."

Hohenheim's tone was calm and steady. Although he himself was a high-level magician and suffered the greatest suppression in this environment, long-term training still allowed him to remain calm and rationally analyze the situation.

"The higher the basic value of spiritual power, the stronger the weakening..."

Li Ang lowered his head and glanced at the corpse of the elf archer, then suddenly turned to Ding Zhensi and said, "Little Ding, carry these two corpses."

"Ah? You want me to carry them again?"

Ding Zhensi was stunned for a moment. The package containing the remnants of the Shadow Demon Beast on the back of the Kui Niu mech hadn't been unloaded yet, and now he was being asked to carry corpses again.

Big brother, are you using me as a Xiangxi corpse driver?

Despite his words, Ding Zhensi still did as he was told, grabbing the dried corpses of the elf archer and Solomon in his hands.

Li Ang turned to look at Anboli, "You climbed up from the floor below, right? You saw stairs going up, and some hidden tunnels in the rooms that led upwards?"

Anboli nodded, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

"If everyone climbed up from the floors below, then this area is the highest point we've explored."

Li Ang looked around the room and said, "Considering that Solomon deliberately connected the magic tower and the mechanisms in this room before he died,

Perhaps it can be assumed that he foresaw that new heroes would enter the Mount Holy trial in the future.

This move was to prevent, or at least hinder, the heroes 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 his sodium ring, held them in his hand, and threw the steel chisels towards the ceiling like throwing chopsticks.

Clang clang clang—

One steel chisel after another, pierced into the dome at lightning speed, arranged neatly like a chessboard.

All the exposed parts of the steel chisels were buzzing and vibrating, shaking off the dust from the ceiling.

Only one steel chisel penetrated the ceiling and disappeared.

The space above that ceiling was empty.

"Found it."

Li Ang's eyes lit up. He stepped on invisible stairs to ascend into the air, removed the ceiling, revealing a square upward passage.

The passage stretched upwards, unknown how far, dark and lightless.

"Just enough for the mech to pass through..."

Li Ang estimated it, then looked down at his other companions and said, "Let's go. If I'm not mistaken, the place above is almost the place to clear the level."