The sea of red stars representing over a hundred demigods burned itself into the retinas of every Dragon Soaring Dynasty member.
"We've struck it rich! We're rich!"
"Over a hundred demigods! How many Divinity Crystals is that? How many Divine Artifacts will they drop?"
"Who needs to hunt around the globe? If we clear out North America, we might ascend right here!"
"Guild leader! Don't hesitate! Which one do we start with? The closest? Or the one that looks weakest?"
The atmosphere, lifeless just moments ago, turned around completely. The place was louder than a morning market.
Greed and excitement filled every face. They looked at that sea of red stars as if it were a range of moving mountains of gold.
"Quiet."
Light Snow's cool voice rang out again, putting a hard stop to their frenzy.
She pointed at the dense red dots on the screen, her brows drawn tight.
"Over a hundred demigods aren't a hundred cabbages. They can move. The Main God marked their locations, but we know nothing about their abilities or traits."
"We don't even know whether they'll support one another or attack us all at once. If we rush in and dozens of demigods surround us, even the guild leader..."
She left the sentence unfinished, but her meaning was clear.
No matter how strong Dragon Soaring World was, he couldn't withstand dozens of demigods attacking him at once.
The crowd, who had been howling with excitement, sobered up in an instant.
Right. There were plenty of monsters, but what if they called for backup?
Blood War Eight Wastelands scratched his head, stumped as well. "So what do we do? Lure them over one at a time? We'll be at it forever!"
"And who does the luring? How? What if they get killed on the