Luo Chuan had just revived, and he was a little dazed.
He still had no idea what had happened. It had simply ended.
This was far too absurd.
System, are you sure this was something First Order strength could successfully challenge?
There were many ways to classify strength, such as the Body Tempering and Spirit Sensing of the Tianlan Continent, or the beginner and intermediate ranks of Kolo.
In short, there were countless varieties, but Luo Chuan was more accustomed to the System's rank-based classification.
The reason was quite simple—it was easy to remember.
Time and space were frozen. The opponents on the first floor were suspended in midair, still maintaining the posture from the instant their sneak attack had succeeded.
Luo Chuan took a closer look. They were strange creatures, carrying a faint resemblance to aliens.
Their bodies were covered in glossy black armor, their mutated limbs resembled those of insects, and their heads were spindle-shaped. They were about the size of adults, while the blades on their tails gleamed with dazzling cold light.
Judging by appearance alone, they were creatures born purely for slaughter, possessing a bizarre sort of beauty.
Most importantly, there were more than a dozen of them, surrounding him with savage expressions.
Looking at them like this, they really did have a rather horrifying feel.
Luo Chuan did not intend to keep looking for punishment.
According to the data provided by the System, the highest difficulty any customer had reached was only Nightmare.
And between Purgatory and Nightmare, there was still a Hell-level difficulty.
As the owner, Luo Chuan naturally did not need to follow the rules and unlock every difficulty layer by layer.
Using First Order strength to challenge more than a dozen Purgatory-difficulty aliens seemed a little difficult to Luo Chuan.
Fine, fine.