North American War Zone, Outer Zone of [Belly of Gluttony].
Dragon Soaring World gripped his greatsword with both hands and swept it sideways, slicing the three Lesser Demons in front of him in half.
Golden damage numbers floated above the monsters' heads.
[Killed Lesser Gluttony Demon, gained 1.5 million EXP and 500 Merit Points.] [Items dropped: Gluttony Fangs (Epic-grade material) x2.]
"That felt great!"
Dragon Soaring World wiped the purplish-black blood from his face.
"Guild Leader, the monsters in this outer zone are way too fierce! The MT from our second team just got one-shotted!" Blood War Eight Wastelands hurried over with his ax, panting heavily.
"If he got one-shotted, revive him and keep him in the front!" Dragon Soaring World roared with wide eyes. "Didn't you see the system prompt? Dying once only deducts some Merit Points, while killing one monster earns five hundred! Can't you do the math?"
"But our Merit Points are negative..."
"Then we have to grind even harder! Nobody's leaving until we grind through this damn dungeon today!"
The surrounding players howled and charged into the monster horde again.
The entire Outer Zone had already become a pure battlefield of flesh and blood. Relying on the True Damage from World Blessing and their unlimited revival mechanism, the players had completely abandoned defense and adopted the most extreme damage-trading strategy.
All kinds of dazzling skill effects intertwined, illuminating the dark-purple space as brightly as day.
"Guild Leader Dragon Soar! This area is the defensive zone of our Free Federation! You've crossed the border!"
Not far away, a team from a local North American guild was struggling to clear the small monsters. The knight player leading them shouted at Dragon Soaring World.
"Crossed the border my ass!" Dragon Soaring World did not even