Dragon Soaring World's Battle Blade hummed incessantly. The blood-red glow coursing along its edge seemed hungry for a taste of the misshapen Flesh Mountain before him.
"Finally, a worthy opponent."
He grinned. In the eye sockets where Crimson Divine Fire danced, there was the excitement of a hunter spotting prey.
The enormous tumor monster sensed the undisguised challenge. The hundreds of twisted human faces on its body abruptly stopped their silent wailing and turned their empty eye sockets toward Dragon Soaring World as one.
The next instant, an invisible Mental Storm erupted!
"Why does he get to ignite Divine Fire? So many of us died! Why does he get to show up and become a Demigod?"
"Guild leader! You get all the glory up front while we're cannon fodder in the back. That's not fair!"
"Look at Roderick. He's North America's real hero! What right does an outsider like you have to strut around here?"
Countless shrill, vicious voices, thick with resentment and incitement, burrowed into Dragon Soaring World's mind like billions of venomous insects. They tried to tear apart his will and taint his soul.
This was the most fundamental attack of the Law of Envy—Will Corruption!
On the city wall, Scott's face went deathly pale.
"It's Jealousy Wail! Quick! Block out the sound! Steady your minds!" he roared himself hoarse.
Under the Mental Storm's assault, many weak-willed North American players' eyes instantly turned red. They looked at the companions beside them, their gazes full of suspicion and malice.
They had fought bitterly for hours and were exhausted in body and mind. This mental attack was nearly the final straw.
Yet Dragon Soaring World, at the very center of the storm, did not so much as twitch an eyebrow.
He even wore an odd expression, as though he had