"Fang Heng, you came at the right time."
Seeing Fang Heng's arrival, the Necromancer Association's player team, who had been arguing, stopped arguing.
Everyone looked at Fang Heng.
"Fang Heng, tell us, what should we do?"
Fang Heng had left a deep impression on the Necromancer Association's player group during the time they had been locked up in the fallen corridor.
Almost all of the players here had spent more time studying necromancy than Fang Heng. In terms of knowledge, most of them were more knowledgeable than Fang Heng, and they were many times more experienced than Fang Heng.
However, it was very strange. When they saw Fang Heng coming over, they actually felt like they had found their backbone. They all stopped arguing and looked at Fang Heng, waiting for him to give them an idea.
"Yeah, I've roughly heard about the matter."
When Fang Heng arrived, he had already heard the players' arguments from afar.
