This Abyssal Mage player looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with a handsome face and a light golden strand of hair falling on his forehead, giving him a noble air. Coupled with the black Abyssal aura constantly emanating from his body, he exuded an aristocratic feeling reminiscent of the Blood Clan.
He was the leader of the entire team, and under his command, the whole squad appeared very coordinated. Although they played somewhat conservatively, they were attacking a World Boss, and no one knew what skills it possessed. Therefore, being more cautious made the Abyssal players under his command feel more at ease.
"This guy, he does have some organizational skills!" Song Jian stared for a long time, nodding silently in his heart. He felt that even if Wang Qi were to compare with him, Wang Qi would be somewhat inferior; at the very least, Wang Qi would not have his strength.
