Qi Maosong had gone through so much trouble to lure the Tyrant to the gas station and douse its entire body with gasoline.
The result?
Only an igniter was missing.
How could they be willing to give up?
Boom!
And just then,
everyone heard another roar, and when they looked again, they saw a cannonball roaring and landing on the Tyrant at the gas station.
Boom!
This was the first roar, and it was relatively soft.
Boom!
When the burning flames completely engulfed the entire gas station, a second roar immediately occurred, and the fuel under the gas station was completely ignited.
Immediately, a huge mushroom cloud appeared in everyone's sight.
It rose into the air.
The huge fiery mushroom cloud, appearing in everyone's eyes, was like the descent of a fire god, devouring everything.
At this moment,
everyone stood up.
The exploding mushroom cloud was imprinted in everyone's eyes, and the barrage also erupted in unprecedented cheers.
"Holy crap, that's really too cool."
"Awesome!"
"This Dungeon is truly incredible, if it weren't for this competition, I would never have imagined how to defeat this Tyrant in my life."
"Just watching it makes me feel so good, I definitely have to go in and play after the competition ends."
"From now on, I am Lord Chen's dog, chasing after his Dungeon and never letting go."
"Me too, it's really hard to imagine how much profit this Dungeon can bring us..."
Not far away,
the members of Fenghuo also climbed out of the Tank one after another, and when they saw the rising mushroom cloud, the excitement in their hearts was hard to express.
"Hahahahaha, Captain, did you see that? This mushroom cloud, I shot it!"
"Bah, if I hadn't loaded the cannonball for you, could you have shot it out?"
"Anyway, I'm the one who fired it."
The five members of Fenghuo sat shoulder to shoulder, exhausted, on the Tank, their eyes filled with endless excitement.
However, after only a few seconds, a roar suddenly erupted from the gas station.
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"What the hell, it's not the third phase, is it?"
Everyone was startled by the roar, and the Feng He Squad immediately returned to the cockpit, adjusting the muzzle and aiming at the source of the roar.
A burning figure slowly crawled out from within.
"Holy crap, it's not dead!"
What appeared before their eyes was still the Tyrant—its second form.
However, after the explosion and flames, the Tyrant had been blown beyond recognition, with only one arm remaining on its entire body, dragging its corpse as it crawled out.
"Damn it."
"It's not dead even after that, it's a freak!"
"Keep hitting it, load the cannon!"
The members of Fenghuo also became ruthless, covering it with full firepower, one smoothbore cannonball after another shot out from the muzzle, landing on the Tyrant's body.
Producing bursts of explosive fire.
And the machine gun on the roof also continuously spewed fire, accompanied by the Feng He Squad's frantic shouts, raining down on the Tyrant's body.
The Tyrant also let out painful roars.
But this did not stop its advance.
"Damn it, why won't it die?"
"What kind of hellish monster is this, it's too hard to kill, isn't it? How many cannonballs have hit it, and it's still alive?"
"How can we fight this, Captain, should we retreat?"
The team member in the cockpit below asked, he was continuously driving the Tank backward, thereby increasing the distance between them and the Tyrant.
But if this continued, the Tyrant would eventually charge right in front of them.
"Retreat? Retreat from what? Keep hitting it, it doesn't matter if we lose the competition, we must kill this thing today."
Cannonballs were loaded one by one.
The Tank's cannon barrel was already steaming, and if this continued, the main cannon barrel would explode.
Just as everyone was despairing,
Suddenly, a tanker truck rushed over from a distance.
It crashed hard into the Tyrant's body.
It actually forced the Tyrant back two steps.
Just as the Feng He Squad didn't know what was happening, the tanker truck's cab window slowly rolled down, and a man poked his head out from inside.
He gave them a thumbs up, "Don't just stand there, fire at me."
This man was Wu Yue.
It turned out that earlier, he had already seen Qi Maosong's figure and anticipated his target.
So he directly took his remaining teammate, found this tanker truck, and followed along.
Wu Yue and his team were not part of the 攻略組 to begin with, and they never thought of winning any championship in this competition.
Seeing the half-dead Tyrant crawl out of the fire, he gritted his teeth and, with his teammate, crashed into it fiercely.
His teammate had already died from the impact.
His own condition was not good at the moment, his head was bleeding, and he only had time to say that one sentence.
"Fire at me!"
"Fire at me!"
"What a man, load the shell, prepare to fire!"
Boom!
The Tank's main cannon roared again, and the cannonball accurately landed on the tanker truck.
Boom!
The tanker truck immediately exploded, the violent explosion impacted the entire street, and the Tyrant bore the brunt, being engulfed in the explosion.
The Tyrant let out a wail under this close-range explosion, the flames completely consumed it, and after struggling for a long time on the spot, it finally stopped moving.
Flames covered its entire body, the entire street was boiling in flames, and the temperature had risen by an unknown number of degrees.
"It should be dead, right?"
"I think so, it's not moving at all."
"They say if you don't move, you're a turtle, the Tyrant shouldn't be a turtle, right?"
"Hahahahaha..."
"We really, blew up the Tyrant!"
"Nothing much, nothing much, it was truly a piece of cake!"
"We could easily win again."
"Laughing out loud, this should be completely over now, there can't possibly be a third phase, right?"
"...Hmm?"
"Why are you all looking at me?"
Before he could finish speaking,
The burning flames in front suddenly boiled up, like scalding boiling water, rising.
Then the flames seemed to be absorbed, suddenly shrinking back into the Tyrant's remains.
Immediately after,
The Tyrant's remains turned into a wriggling mass of flesh, like a long loaf of bread, wriggling out of the flames.
Tentacles, one by one, stretched out from this long, bread-shaped mass of flesh.
It was as if it were a huge digestive organ, constantly expanding with the power of the flames, and many huge, acid-filled pustule tissues grew on its back, completely losing its initial appearance.
Its incomplete limbs were replaced by abnormally developed, massive tentacles, crawling and wriggling on the ground in a bizarre manner.
Tyrant—Third Form!
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The barrage was another string of question marks.
Qi Maosong, who had just logged into the live stream interface, couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle as he looked at this behemoth.
Truly hellish!
Simply excessively hellish...
Seeing the third form appear,
That foul-mouthed teammate couldn't help but slap himself across the face.
That's what you get for running your mouth!
