我在教室被强了好爽

John had previously mentioned that this creature possessed divine power.

If the monster still had a trump card up its sleeve, one careless mistake could lead to their complete annihilation.

Isabella\'s expression turned extremely serious, as if she was observing something intently.

Amelia leaped into the air and brought her blade down hard on the monster\'s back.

A massive damage number appeared, and a deep, bone-revealing wound was left on the monster\'s back.

Roar!

The monster roared in pain.

At the same time, everyone noticed that its eyes were turning increasingly red.

Its body also began to twist and distort, no longer resembling anything human.

Previously, though terrifying, it still had a human shape, but now it was entirely different.

John keenly observed that all the monster\'s stats were rising sharply.

If it completed its transformation, the only thing awaiting them would be death.

They had to seize this moment, this one and only chance!

"Attack with everything you\'ve got!" John shouted.

Everyone gritted their teeth and unleashed their most powerful skills at the monster.

Isabella cast another fire-based skill, instantly igniting the green mucus on the monster\'s body.

Under normal circumstances, the monster would have let out a piercing scream, but now it stood there quietly, seemingly indifferent.

Meanwhile, the monster\'s HP was rapidly decreasing.

10%!

8%!

5%!

Everyone\'s nerves were stretched to the limit, yet even as the HP approached zero, there was no reaction.

Just as everyone started to believe there wouldn\'t be any major issues, a sudden incident occurred!

The monster suddenly began to shout madly and pounded the ground with immense force.

The earth began to tremble violently, causing several fissures to open up.

John watched in horror as a priest fell into one of these fissures and was instantly consumed.

At the same time, a layer of black substance began to form in the air, seeming to corrode everything it touched.

[You have been corrupted, losing 50 HP per second. This effect can stack and lasts for ten minutes. This debuff cannot be dispelled.]

[You have been corrupted, losing 100 HP per second. This effect can stack and lasts for ten minutes. This debuff cannot be dispelled.]

John heard this notification and gasped in shock.

This debuff was terrifying.

Just one layer would drain 50 HP per second, and since it could stack, in the late stages, it could potentially halve one\'s HP in a single second.

The most dreadful part was that this debuff could not be dispelled.

Isabella noticed something was off with John but, being too far away, couldn\'t immediately sense what was wrong.

Leopold and Amelia also quickly felt that something was amiss.

The two exchanged a glance after a sharp intake of breath.

If things were as they feared, the danger would only escalate.

They knew they had to end the battle quickly.

Like mad, they incessantly slashed at the monster, cleaving deep, visible scars into its flesh.

Yet, the monster seemed impervious to pain, remaining stoically in place.

When its HP finally dropped to zero, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But the monster still stood there, and they didn\'t leave the area.

What was going on? The monster\'s HP had depleted; logically, they should have cleared this secret realm.

Why couldn\'t they leave now?

And there were no prompts or indications of what to do next.

John noticed his debuff continued to stack.

It had reached the point where he was losing 300 HP per second.

If this continued, in less than a minute, he would lose HP equal to his total health in just one second.

It was terrifying, absolutely terrifying.

This meant he might have only a minute left!

What was going wrong? Where was the mistake?

John quickly took a step back, observing the monster before him.

Its HP was indeed zero, yet the black mist in the air had not dissipated.

It was still insidiously eroding their bodies.

He could feel the damage debuff stacking continuously but had no idea what to do.

The monster stood frozen, as if paused, but the fog was growing thicker.

John noticed the source of the fog was the wooden statue on the ground.

"Attack the wooden statue with all your might! Smash it to pieces!" John shouted with all his strength.

Isabella and Archibald, standing beside the platform, instantly understood.

Without hesitation, they ran to the platform and located the statue among the wood debris.

As they reached out to touch the wooden statue, a wave of dizziness overwhelmed them.

It felt as if countless voices were whispering in their ears, muddling their minds.

Isabella bit the tip of her tongue, trying to regain clarity, but the pain only temporarily cleared her head before the strange influence clouded her thoughts again.

The voices urged them to kill John, promising them everything they desired if they obeyed.

They were told that this world was ultimately ruled by the divine being, and to gain its favor, they needed to eliminate John.

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John clearly saw thick black smoke emanating from the wooden statue.

This smoke insidiously infiltrated Archibald and Isabella, who instantly froze in place, their faces contorted with pain and struggle, as if battling an internal foe.

John recalled hearing voices when he had approached the wooden statue earlier.

It seemed this so-called dark god used these means to infect people.

He felt a piercing gaze fixed intently on him.

Glancing at the monster, he noticed its eyes had turned a deep, bloody red, staring at him as if ready to bleed the next second.

Simultaneously, John felt his HP dropping even faster—only 40 seconds left! The rate of HP loss per second had become terrifying.

He also felt his mind beginning to haze.

The black smoke in the air was becoming thicker, its impact on them increasingly severe.

No, this couldn\'t continue.

He took a deep breath, slowly regained control of his emotions, and calmed himself down.

He began to search for a vulnerability in the monster in front of him.

But time was running out—only 35 seconds remained.

The black fog in the air thickened even more.

It seemed an inescapable situation; the only option was to destroy the wooden statue!

John gritted his teeth and charged towards the wooden statue.

But at that moment, the monster moved! It sprinted towards John, its tendrils wildly growing and twisting behind him, as if about to completely immobilize him on the spot.

John twisted his body, dodging one of the tendrils, and continued to run forward.