Chen Yi, drifting through the void, paused slightly. "A mission's come in."
A young yet pompous voice came from beside him.
"A mission finally came, Captain?"
"If another mission hadn't come, mushrooms would've started growing from my bones."
The one who said that was a little girl who looked no older than thirteen.
She wore fitted leather armor, with a sword longer than she was slung across her waist.
However, her entire body bore scorch marks.
She was no little girl, but a genuine Rank 7 player.
Ayn, Level 74, Sword Path.
Focused on slaughter and speed.
This was Chen Yi's first time seeing a Rank 7 who carried a teapot for brewing supplements and spoke more like an old granny than an actual old granny.
"Chuka, give me another heal. My lower back still hurts a little."
"I really am getting old. My back isn't working too well anymore."
Chuka looked somewhat disgusted, but she still cast several Healing Skills on her.
They treated the soul, mind, and body respectively.
They could not achieve effects as good as the Illuminating Freedom Law, but they were useful to some extent.
Beside the tomboyish Ayn stood a male player wearing an orange, yellow, and white striped suit, but a clown mask over his face.
Ato, Level 73, Path of Joy.
Half support, half tank.
Likewise, the mask on his face was battered and tattered, currently repairing itself.
These two were members of Chen Yi's Hunter Squad.
As had been said before, now that Rank 7s had entered the field, individual combat power had been diminished while group combat power had been magnified.
In an age where even Rank 8s had to form teams, Chen Yi would not travel alone.
And Rank 7s were all the sort who refused to acknowledge anyone