"What's going on!?"

Xu Lang sensed the resonance of heaven and earth and couldn't help but change his expression.

Fortunately, he was no longer a rookie in the realm of the mysterious. With a turn of thought, he understood why this was happening.

Upgrading inside the dormitory only had Nightmare Coins as an interference factor.

But upgrading within the Blood Mist World, the Blood Mist itself, filled with mysterious elements, would sense the abnormality and naturally swarm in at every opportunity.

This made the upgrade process much more complex.

Chaotic, evil, frenzied auras continuously surged into the Malignance Demon Box, only to be washed away by the power of the Nightmare Coins, evolving constantly.

Xu Lang didn't want to stand by watching like a useless husband. He actively channeled the Sequence power of the Nightmare Lord, adjusting the upgrade direction of the Malignance Demon Box.

Simultaneously, he fully activated his Nightmare Eye ability, monitoring the Malignance Demon Box from all angles.

Although within the grand environment, the Malignance Demon Box would inevitably trend towards chaos, at the very least, he couldn't let it backlash against himself.

This was the most crucial point!

As the Malignance Demon Box trembled, the Blood Mist continuously gathered, eventually forming a funnel-shaped crimson vortex.

At this moment, Xu Lang felt a bit fortunate, fortunate for the chaos of the Blood Mist World.

If this were some orderly cultivation world, this anomaly would have likely been detected by a great power already.

Several minutes later, one hundred and fifty thousand Nightmare Coins were completely depleted.

Remaining Nightmare Coins — 300,000!

The crimson funnel-shaped vortex grew larger and larger, finally forming a Blood Mist canopy hundreds of meters in diameter.

The mystery level of the Malignance Demon Box skyrocketed madly; the Nightmare Eye was almost unable to keep up with probing its information!

"This intensity is just right!"

Xu Lang grabbed the Malignance Demon Box and made his escape.

The tombstones flew into his body like a myriad of swords returning to their master, and the Herd Spirits also vanished from this world.

The area soon returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

...

Today was the fourth day of the rest period.

A full day had passed since the Twilight Building players surrounded the building.

Quite a few things had happened during this time.

When the time came, the Twilight Building players' Twilight Forms faded, and they withdrew.

However, the Mad King Building players did not emerge, nor did they counter-encircle the Twilight Building.

Dorm 200 ordered all Mad King Building players not to go downstairs.

This order was personally issued by Xu Lang; no one dared to disobey, not even the maddest, Floating Life Play.

Everyone stayed obediently at home, researching how to control their SAN value.

After the Factory Heads of the Twilight Building learned this news, they returned one after another, mocked a bit, and then resumed scavenging for supplies.

The only resistance during this period came from the Mad Vanguards.

The thirteen Mad Vanguards possessed formidable combat power, with a resurrection time of ten minutes. However, the Factory Heads had vaguely figured out the rules of the Mad Vanguards, killing them quickly before they could metamorphose.

A Mad Vanguard whose Madness Power broke through 10 was called a Second-Stage Purgatory Vanguard by the players. Although its comprehensive attributes were only 10 points of Madness Power, its combat strength was far greater than that of a veteran player with ten cycles of experience.

The sun dipped westward, and soon it was 6 PM again.

The Twilight Building players once again gained their Twilight state, becoming even more arrogant. Some foul-mouthed Twilight Building players even came to the front of the building to provoke, only to be directly shot dead by the Great Barren Dragon's Gaze.

However, although Dorm 200's action was immensely satisfying this time, doubts gradually arose within the building.

Dorm 200 itself isn't resisting, and you won't let others resist either? Isn't that too domineering?

But they only dared to grumble privately, not daring to let such words appear in the chat room!

Protecting one's nine clans is everyone's responsibility!

...

"Hey, what do you think Xu Lang is thinking? With a big killer like the heavy turret, why not give the Twilight Building players a few more shots? Is he afraid they'll run away?" In Dorm 33, Chen Kui sighed, listlessly stirring the hotpot broth, a trace of puzzlement appearing on his aged face.

"Hehe, isn't this kind of life pretty good? Eat, sleep, sleep, eat." Ye Fan, wearing an apron, chuckled cheerfully. "Brother Hai was away for so long; he can stay home longer this time, just treat it as a vacation. It's good."

Chen Kui sighed again. "But this way, everyone's development is stalled. The next round of the game starts in just three days; we might not be able to survive it."

The game instance difficulty in the Mad King Building is so high.

Missing even one day of development drastically reduces survival probability.

"Actually, that wave of pioneering led by Lang Ge already earned us enough." Zhang Dahai patted Chen Kui's shoulder. "Uncle Kui, don't feel like you're losing out just because you didn't earn more."

Although Chen Kui was the oldest in the dorm, he wasn't stubborn. He nodded. "That makes sense. Things beyond our control, worrying about them is pointless. Drink, drink!"

As he spoke, he raised his wine glass.

Laughter soon rang out in Dorm 33.

While they were laughing, not everyone could laugh, especially those overachievers.

Kui Zi stayed at home all day, doing nothing, feeling as if ants were crawling all over her.

Bai Wuya felt the same. Watching the Twilight Building players outside the building, he just felt his fists itching unbearably. But remembering the order Xu Lang gave, he could only restrain himself.

First floor, the Rakshasa players slept with their weapons, vigilant against a surprise attack by Twilight Building players.

Third floor, Li Shuwen felt somewhat anxious.

Fourth floor, Zhai Ren and the tenants trained frantically, sweat pouring down.

Fifth floor, Zhang Sanfeng added Twilight Building players as friends, wanting to break the deadlock through social means.

Sixth floor, each acted independently.

Seventh floor, Floating Life Play was surprisingly calm. Although mad, he was also the clearest about the situation. If seventh-floor players went out to cause trouble, Xu Lang would definitely hold him accountable.

Eighth, ninth, and tenth-floor players trusted Xu Lang unconditionally.

During game time, they had feasted the most with Xu Lang; every time they trusted him, they never lost out.

...

Twilight Building.

Dorm 144.

White Crow opened the door and returned home.

For some reason, he kept feeling restless.

When people feel this way, they want to go home. He was no different.

"Boss, are we really not searching that Laboratory Building anymore? I feel like there are still many places we haven't checked." One of White Crow's tenants, who had held back the whole way, finally couldn't resist speaking up, his tone full of lingering desire.

"We've searched long enough; it's time to rest. Only by conserving energy can we deal with future crises." White Crow's voice was hoarse and icy.

Hearing this tone, everyone immediately fell silent.

They exchanged glances, feeling somewhat puzzled in their hearts.

The boss was always this cautious, thinking three steps ahead. Even before a full-scale war with the Mad King Building players had begun, he was already preparing for their own combat readiness issues.

In their hearts, White Crow was the strongest Factory Head. It's just that he was too cautious and meticulous. Clearly possessing a B-grade Sequence, capable of contending with multiple Factory Heads, yet he always remained in the middle-to-lower ranks among them.

"Don't any of you feel uncomfortable?" White Crow suddenly asked.

"Uncomfortable?"

The group of tenants looked at each other, bewildered.

"I just feel full of energy, ready to go pioneering right now." One tenant laughed cheerfully.

"Good." White Crow said inexplicably, then walked towards the bedroom. "Get some proper rest."

White Crow's bedroom had a calming, mind-soothing effect, and the bed's Comfort Level was also very high. Sleeping for two hours a day could fully restore his condition.

Every time he returned home after finishing tasks and lay down, it was pure bliss.

However, this time, lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

That sense of unease persisted even after returning to his dorm.

The dormitory was absolutely safe, provided you didn't bring danger home with you!