"Does that mean we can level up here and become first-order lifeforms?" A player scratched his head. The tree canopy atop his head felt damp and itchy, bright red with even some shit-green stuff stuck to it.
"Your head's gone green," another player laughed.
"Get lost!"
Treants that could run were the most practical and powerful low-level race, the result of generations of accumulated player research. Their evolutionary path was also highly refined, so many people chose treants.
They were universally acknowledged as the strongest beginner evolution race, a low-level combat race.
But this was their first time actually using treants in PVP.
After all, low-level flesh-and-blood creatures fighting like beasts on the African savanna was already a rare sight in this world of supernatural powers.
Who didn't understand a few supernatural powers? There was a gap between first-order and third-order opponents, but it was not truly huge. Only upon reaching Third-Order could one begin using genuinely lethal spells such as Fireball Spell. They could still easily crush an ordinary first-order creature.
"If you ask me, treant PVP really isn't that great. Everything gets damp when you fight, and you deal a thousand damage while taking a hundred yourself. Why not try some other PVP powerhouse races?" A player shook his head.
"You mean that feces-making machine?" Another player's expression changed drastically.
The players beside him also changed color, as though they had been reminded of an enormous psychological trauma.
Honestly, the duels here were far too primitive. In the Dimensional Yard of "Spore Evolution," those big shots had long since played every trick in the book and gotten bored of them all.
The most terrifying one was the creature known as the strongest PVP champion:
A Ruthless Feces-Making Machine, hurling scalding diarrhea bombs—the Matt Toilet. That was the truly