The artificial pit exploded with a bang, and the storm swept through, clearing the dust in an instant.

Wan Ling hovered three meters above the ground, its arms unusually thick, and the green smoke on its head condensed into a large-caliber camera with a light shield.

A multitude of data cables extended from the back of the camera, drooping down along the hunched spine to the ground.

Many literary works have proven that a change in the villain boss’s appearance often signifies a switch in the type of strength.

Whoosh—

Lamborgini, dressed in a torn RLG Team uniform, pulled the hand crossbow trigger, and several silver crossbow arrows, traveling at Mach 4, shot swiftly towards Wan Ling.

The Holy Silver Crossbow Arrows come with a magic breaker effect; not only can they shatter a magic barrier, but hitting three times in a row also deals true damage based on the target’s maximum health.

The prerequisite is that they actually hit.

Wan Ling slightly turned its head, and the motor inside the large-caliber camera on its head made a whirring sound as if adjusting the focus.

The next instant, all the Holy Silver Crossbow Arrows were sliced in half along the horizontal plane in mid-air, in a manner identical to the death of the previous edgy professional player.

An intense feeling of unease surged in his heart, and Lamborgini’s body reacted before his consciousness. Instinctively, he kicked the ground and rolled rapidly with surprising agility for his not-so-slender physique.

And behind the spot where Lamborgini originally stood, a three-story brick-and-mortar villa silently split apart.

"Watch out!"

In a moment of daze, a backup member of the RLG Team lunged forward, shoving him aside, only to be cut in half from a distance himself.

"Xiao Hu!"

Lamborgini was engulfed in grief, calling out the name of his companion of many years, but he knew this was not the time for melancholy. He immediately activated his ultimate move, vanishing from sight and firing crossbow arrows from various tricky angles.

The other players also gave it their all, but whether it was energy or physical attacks, all were blocked by invisible barriers at different distances.

Suspended in mid-air, Wan Ling leisurely twisted its head, releasing invisible slashes that split the earth and destroyed houses along their path,

yet the slashes were completely invisible. In an instant, three professional players, including Jiliang Jiyin, couldn’t dodge in time and were decapitated.

"Space Slash...?"

Brother Bing’s pupils contracted. The cutting effect resembled space splitting, but he couldn’t feel any spiritual power fluctuations.

"It’s not Space Slash,"

relying on a floating engine to move as much as possible and evade the pursuit of the invisible slashes, Li Cheng, holding the Plague Book, said in a deep voice, "It’s the air wall."

In video game production, to make the scene space appear vast and grand, developers place buildings, terrain, and the universe’s starry sky in the distance through textures or models,

and to prevent players from running around and leaving the playable area,

they place some transparent, insurmountable walls on the map’s edge, known as air walls.

Developers with time might disguise the air walls as obstructive rocks, barriers, or dense forests,

or use clever tricks as substitutes; for example, in "Subnautica," when players explore to the map’s edge, a Ghost Leviathan Beast emerges to chase them;

or in "Forest," when trying to escape the island on a raft, the game protagonist pulls out a photo of his son, hesitating for a moment before returning to the island;

Games with insufficient manpower ignore scene guidance and rudely place air walls.

(In a sense, "Explore this area later" also counts as a type of air wall.)

Games of the 2070s generally have automatic AI optimization, greatly reducing blatant air walls, so contemporary professional players didn’t react in time.

White Horse Tombstone understood. She crouched like a cheetah, grabbing hold of the asphalt road with both hands, her dark thigh muscles taut, and dashed out with a whoosh.

’When the Holy Silver Crossbow Arrows were broken, the cutting point always extended along the rear. This proves that the air wall is not generated out of thin air, suspended in a fixed position in mid-air, but is fired forward along the camera lens on Wan Ling’s head.

The thick form can act as a barrier, with a maximum size of twenty meters square.

When thin, it can shrink to the micron level, achieving a cutting effect similar to a molecular blade.’

White Horse Tombstone twisted and turned close to the ground, avoiding the air wall slashes.

Her cultural level is not high; she hadn’t finished high school, purely "just getting by,"

but she has a special ability: her brain works rapidly during combat, automatically collecting, organizing, and analyzing information efficiently, allowing her to wholly immerse herself in the battle.

’The air wall’s flying speed is about Mach 4. Upon reaching the specified location, it remains there for 5 seconds before automatically dissipating. The cooling time is less than 0.1 second.

As a trade-off, Wan Ling’s physical abilities degenerate to the level of an ordinary person.

In other words, her head-turning speed determines the air wall’s attack range.’

The thought flashed through her mind, and White Horse Tombstone punched the ground with her move "Spring Fist," causing her to leap high, rising above Wan Ling.

Wan Ling raised its head, and time seemed to slow at that moment; the aperture in the camera inside shrank and the lens focused.

’An ordinary person’s usual head-turning speed is about 100°/s, with a peak speed of 997°/s in an extreme state.’

As the data flowed through her mind, White Horse Tombstone unleashed another Spring Fist at the air below,

lacking support, Spring Fist only elevated her by half a meter, but it was enough.

Step!

She stepped on the transparent, invisible stairs, just as she expected, Wan Ling released the air wall at the extreme head-raising angle.