"Guild Leader... Three of them at once? How are we supposed to fight that?"
Blood War Eight Wastelands' voice trembled. The hand gripping his battle axe was slick with cold sweat.
They had barely survived fighting a single Quasi-god, Korsas. The whole guild had nearly been wiped out, and their guild leader had only managed to kill him by risking his life.
Now three terrifying beings stood in the rift overhead, each radiating an aura at least as powerful as Korsas's!
How were they supposed to fight? With their heads?
"We're done. We're so done."
"Is the North American War Zone about to be flattened?"
"Guild Leader Dragon Soar might be amazing, but he can't take on three at once, can he? Those are three World BOSS-level monsters!"
It wasn't just the members of Dragon Soaring Dynasty. Every player watching the livestream around the world felt a bone-deep chill of despair.
Yet amid that deathly silence, Dragon Soaring World did something that nearly made everyone's eyes pop out.
Instead of retreating, he stepped forward. With the freshly repaired [Undying Battle Soul] over his shoulder, he looked up at the three towering figures.
There was no fear or despair in his mismatched gold and violet eyes. Only the wild delight and greed of a man who had spotted three fat sheep!
"Damn, we're going to be rich..."
He muttered it under his breath.
Blood War Eight Wastelands: "???"
Light Snow: "???"
Every guild member: "???"
Guild Leader, did becoming a god fry your brain with Divine Might?
Those are three Abyss Lords, damn it! World-Ending Tier calamities that could turn an entire war zone upside down!
How did that become a chance to get rich?
"What the hell are you standing around for?" Dragon Soaring World roared without looking back. "Healers,