A figure appeared in the main hall of the Heavy Shield Guild, Northern Barbarian Empire.
Panen sat at the head of the long table. He bore an ugly expression.
This death had caused his level to drop by two.
His level went down from 17 to 15. Just the loss this time was immense.
The difficulty would increase with each level, let alone level 15 after 10.
It might take half a year or even longer if he wanted to level up to 17 again. And that was under the condition of high-intensity leveling.
He didn't benefit from this mission with a massive loss. That annoyed him the most.
The other resurrected players also suffered extreme washout.
The sullen look on Panen's face was complex. It was like one coerced a victim to give up a hundred yuan after being raped.
"Guild Master, what happened to the Great Immortal God? Has a dog eaten his brain? Why did he suddenly attack us?"
