Mirian was pointing to the most popular comment that talked about how difficult the Mountain of Immortality was.
"Difficult? Hell is as I told you before—if the creatures are immortal, just keep attacking them until they run out of energy to recover," Dmitry said.
Forty-eight minutes and forty-two seconds later, they were in front of the Mountain of Immortality. As they started walking along the path leading directly to its summit, they began to feel the same sensation as when they entered the snowy area—thousands of eyes focused on them.
"Help, these damn things won't die!" shouted Scarlet, a player ruling a Rank B world.
A player was running desperately, with several cuts on her body. Her arms were completely useless, with bones protruding, her breathing was labored, and her steps were getting slower, likely because they were down to bare bone, covered only by her own shadow.
"That girl is an assassin. I can't let her die," Dmitry said.
