When its health drops below half, the Wither enters its second form.
It loses its ability to fly and descends to the ground.
But this does not mean it becomes easier; on the contrary, it becomes even harder to fight.
In the air, long-range attrition allows for a buffer and room to dodge; once it lands, one can only engage in melee combat.
The protective barrier on its body grants it immunity to arrow damage, rendering long-range attacks ineffective.
It seems simpler, but in reality, it greatly reduces the margin for error.
The Blonde Elder's expression grew more confident.
"Haha, what did I tell you? He's reaping what he sowed!"
"Don't be afraid. That nonsense has no scientific basis at all. This time, we're definitely going to win!"
Many of the rails were blown apart, and zombies began to gradually appear in the surroundings.
Furthermore, the boss is immune to ranged damage, and the space on the Sky Island is cramped with weak foundations.
Charging forward for melee combat makes it easy to fall into the void—an eternal doom no different from suicide.
Stuck between a rock and a hard place, Galen Yu has really overplayed his hand this time!
"To celebrate the first victory of the Anti-Galen Yu Alliance!"
He pulled out a bottle of champagne. Pop!
The cork popped with a loud sound, and the Blonde Elder poured himself a glass.
"Here, you have a taste too!"
Taking the goblet, the secretary didn't dare take a sip.
He laughed. Popping champagne at halftime—just like an old general on stage, he had stacked every possible death flag!
The secretary didn't believe in superstitions, but some things were indeed too strange.
After a moment of silence, she finally drank the champagne.
Sky Island.
"The boss actually has a second form!"
"I knew it wouldn't be simple. That health bar is way too thick!"
"Galen Yu's arrow damage is almost comparable to the Mace, and yet it didn't one-shot it? It only lost half its health!"
"If he can only use melee, isn't it easy for something to go wrong?"
"The void deals infinite damage. If you fall, you're not coming back. There's no skill that can save you from that!"
"How can there be a second boss phase? No one saw this coming!"
"This is bad! I've been following the updates in the Fragrant Study, and it's never been this thrilling. Surely nothing will actually happen to him?"
From the Charged Creeper to the Skeletons, the Naga, the Lich, and the Snow Queen...
By now, many types of bosses have appeared, but except for the Lich, almost none of them had a second phase.
Even with the Lich, more phases usually meant it got easier. Not like the Wither.
This one is getting harder!
He relied on the Tri-Bow, and now that his strongest weapon is effectively disabled, how is he supposed to fight?
The Mace is an option, but it requires significant support. One wrong move and he'll fall into the void.
The risk is too great; it's truly difficult to handle.
He fired a test shot, but all nine arrows were deflected by the barrier surrounding the Wither.
"All arrows are useless. The Tri-Bow is no exception."
Being familiar with the Wither's mechanics, he had already anticipated the Tri-Bow's failure.
Not wanting to waste any more durability, he put it back into his inventory.
Seeing Galen Yu seemingly stumped, the audience grew increasingly nervous.
Without the rails to restrict them, Crisis Zombies began to emerge one by one, letting out low, guttural growls.
In the distance, Skeleton Knights, Mutant Zombies, and special gun-wielding zombies could be seen slowly approaching.
It seemed the Sky Island was being surrounded!
"It's fine."
Unfazed, he raised his hand and gestured to the Architect in the distance.
"I have firearms."
He had used the Tri-Bow purely to practice his archery and satisfy his craving.
Ordinary monsters died in one hit, which wasn't very satisfying, but at least the Wither had managed to withstand a few shots.
Firearms were the weapons he had actually prepared to deal with the Wither.
Bang!
[-40!]
An AWM bullet flew out, accurately hitting the largest head in the center of the Wither.
He pulled the bolt, chambering another round.
The powerful recoil combined with the smell of gunpowder instantly brought a smile to the Architect's face.
"This thing is this powerful?!"
The feel, the recoil, and the impact were all top-tier—completely incomparable to a bow.
Most importantly...
It actually dealt damage to the Wither!
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