The multiplayer gang instances of the factions had become much more relaxed and effortless.
Li Xu was clad in a white robe with a fluttering belt and what used to be short hair was now long, tied into a simple bun atop his head. Wielding a longsword, flashes of sword light crisscrossed the air, each streak carrying a faint white mist as it continuously pierced into the oozing, festering corpses of the zombies.
He moved gracefully and with ease, presenting the visage of an ancient qi cultivator.
Qiao Chu was dressed as a priest, his long hair bound by a headband that held a diamond-shaped badge at the center—a system exchange item—tight against his forehead.
With hands clasped together and murmuring prayers, a milky halo radiated around him for about five meters. Any teammates within the halo's range received a boost in attributes and a slight recovery of stamina and injuries.
