Just as Dies Martin was fooling the three Abyss Lords.
Above the ruins of the Golden City in the North American War Zone.
The last Abyss Lord-level demon let out an unwilling roar amid dozens of dazzling skill lights before crashing to the ground.
"Done! Pack it up!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands split the demon's skull open with one swing of his axe, expertly dug out a crystal core radiating a fel energy halo, and grinned from ear to ear.
"Hell yeah! This feels damn good!" He patted his brand-new [Abyssal Roarer Armor]. The savage demon carved into the breastplate looked almost alive. "Back then, it took hundreds of us half a day to wear down a lord like that. Now we took one out in just over ten minutes! What a rush!"
The members of Dragon Soaring Dynasty around him were all beaming with joy.
"Brother Eight Wastelands, what are you bragging about? I just landed a critical hit with Shadow Arrow and dealt over eight million damage! Even I was shocked!" A mage waved his new staff, unable to hide the excitement on his face.
"With gear like ours, if we go out and say we're second in Yan Country, who'd dare disagree?"
"Second in Yan Country? Second in the world!"
The entire Team Channel was filled with cheerful chatter.
That battle had been unbelievably satisfying.
The effect of spending sixty million Merit Points was immediately obvious. Grinding monsters was nothing but a Dimensional Reduction Strike.
Dragon Soaring World carried the [Undying Battle Soul] and did not join in the others' boasting.
He simply stood there in silence, sensing the warm current flowing endlessly into his body from every direction, from every guild member.
Faith Power.
Every time a brother cheered because his strength had skyrocketed, and every