“Thief?”
“Is that… an NPC?” A Mage stammered in question.
“No, it’s a player!” Cold shivers traveled down another Thief’s body as fear grew in his heart.
“He summoned these skeletons? Is he a Necromancer?”
“No, he appears to be a Thief!”
Nie Yan stood silently with the Dark Gladiator, just looking at them, but also giving them a formless feeling of oppression. This was because he was manipulating the strings of their fates at this moment. If he commanded that enormous skeletal dragon to charge over and added the attacks from the four skeletal mages as well, those assembled would have no hope of survival at all.
The gloomy, cyan flames in the Dark Gladiator’s eyes flared. It was waiting for Nie Yan’s command. It would immediately make a move if he gave the word to attack.
Nie Yan used Transcendent Insight to view the information of these players.
