Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Huahua looked even angrier than Fenglan, so angry that she wanted to rush out and whip these players.

Feng Lan was quite calm. This situation was much better than she had expected. At least she was not left without any breathing time.

She thought that someone had given her some negative props when the monster was targeting her, but she didn't expect that she still had time to rest now.

After a long while, Feng Lan's breathing finally calmed down. She cast two green magic spells on herself. The bloodstains on her body were already recovering due to her current super strong physical fitness, and with the help of green magic, the recovery was even faster. Only a faint smell of blood remained in the air, which disappeared with the wind.

Under normal circumstances, it would only take Feng Lan five seconds at most to get from the 200th floor to the 222nd floor where he was, and then to the door of the room with the skill bonus.

However, there are players hiding in the corridors and at the door, and it is not certain whether there are any traps or props placed on the road, so the situation becomes uncertain.

In addition, compared with other players, Feng Lan has fewer items, a lower level, and a real gap in strength. Her only way to survive is to either hold on until she gets to the hotel and gets rid of the monsters, and then drive away those players who want to kill guests in the hotel. Of course, before killing the monsters in the hotel, Feng Lan is more likely to be killed by those players who are chasing her.

Now, there is another road that is just around the corner, passing through many players and returning to a room that is absolutely safe for players.

Some of Huahua's clones remained in the room, and they could tell Feng Lan with certainty that no player had invaded the room from beginning to end.

Feng Lan slowed down her breathing, touched Huahua on her arm, and believed in herself. She could do it. As long as she could hold on to the door, the clone in Huahua's room could open the door for her. If that didn't work, she still had the props to escape and could leave the game. No problem.

The surroundings were very quiet. Feng Lan had Huahua's location information in her mind, and she could clearly tell that in a few seconds, the player behind her would catch up with her. The two sides were only five flights of stairs apart.

Feng Lan took advantage of the time of invisibility to continue walking upwards. On the 221st floor, the flower on his arm took the first step. Endless vines stretched out, catching the players above off guard.

Taking advantage of the gap, Feng Lan slipped through, but was still cut on the arm by a nimble player's instinctive knife. The flower wrapped around his left hand blocked it, and it broke apart. The knife energy left a seven centimeter long and three centimeter deep cut on Feng Lan's hand.

Feng Lan continued to rush forward without saying a word.

1.3 seconds, 222 layers.

"Shit! Get her!"

"Don't let her get away!"

Endless vines filled the space, exploding and growing all the way to the 222nd floor, stirring up many props along the way. Most of Huahua's vines were broken into pieces. Some were torn apart by the wind, burned to ashes by the fire, petrified, frozen, and withered...

The usually delicate Huahua didn't cry out in pain at this moment. She used layers of vines to block the attacks from outside at her fastest speed and sent the owner in the middle to the door of the room. The clone in the room was already on the door handle, waiting for them to reach the door before opening it and rolling them in.

It’s a pity that not all S-level players come from the water.

A sharp blade of energy broke through layers of vines and accurately slashed in front of Feng Lan, blocking her advance.

The next second, a wheat-colored hand reached out and grabbed Feng Lan's neck.

"Hahahaha, the space is mine!"

"Humph, what a beautiful thought!"

Seeing that the space was about to fall into the hands of others, the wheat-colored hand was cut by the unknown space, and the forearm broke off abruptly. The broken surface was smooth without any blood. It turned out to be a puppet. At the same time, a whip took the opportunity to wrap around Feng Lan's waist and dragged her in one direction.

"You viper! How dare you!"

Feng Lan herself was locked by many auras and could not move at all. In the eyes of these players who were fighting for her, she was not a living person, but a prop that carried the space. Many people fought fiercely for her because the space would not let her die, but this also caused Feng Lan to suffer some "minor wounds". There were also players who felt that they had no hope of competing for her and wanted to kill Feng Lan, this "treasure" with malicious intentions.