The temporary camp of Dragon Soaring Dynasty completely turned into an equipment carnival.
"Holy shit! My stats! Equipping this Abyssal Roarer Chestplate increased my strength by three thousand points directly!"
"Look at my staff! Shadow Weaver! It comes with a group Shadow Arrow skill, and it's instant cast too!"
"Hahaha, this old man finally upgraded from a sparrow gun to a cannon! Seeing elite demons used to mean walking around them, but now this old man can take on ten by himself!"
"Long live the president!"
The rising and falling gasps and ghostly howls almost shook the abyssal rifts in the sky away.
Every guild member who put on new equipment had a nearly maniacal joy overflowing from their faces.
They could clearly feel that they had grown stronger, and it was a reborn kind of strong!
Dragon Soaring World carried his blade, standing in the middle of the crowd, turning a deaf ear to the surrounding clamor.
He just quietly watched this group of dancing subordinates, yet deep within those dual-colored gold and purple pupils, a trace of unperceivable surprise flashed past.
Just a moment ago, as the first member put on the new equipment he bought and let out an excited roar, a trace of extremely faint, almost imperceptible warmth drifted from that member's body, silently merging into his own.
At first, he thought it was an illusion.
But immediately following, the second, the third, the tenth, the one hundredth...
When thousands of guild members successively put on new equipment, and that emotion of heartfelt euphoria, gratitude, and adoration reached its peak, those streams of faint warmth converged into a stream invisible to the naked eye!
These bizarre energies continuously gushed out from the bodies of every Dragon Soaring Dynasty member, crossed the distance of space, and with