"Are they here to hunt gods?"
The moment this thought arose.
That meatball-like chubby player subconsciously wanted to deny it. "What level of existence was a god?"
The overlord of this world, he was the well-deserved ruler.
His single glance could destroy a city.
They would not dare to have any disloyalty towards god's remnant soul, even if the Heavy Shield Guild had transcendents to rely on.
The difference was simply too enormous!
The meatball-like chubby player saw the stone statues of the dead creatures slaughter the level 15 evil half-murlocs like lambs before he could confirm his thoughts.
The guests must have such an ability.
At this point, the doubts in his mind became even more intense.
"Who is this player?
"How could he possess such powerful strength??"
He took a few deep breaths and suppressed the fear in his heart.
He said slowly.
