In some respects, the class composition of Bai Zhi and the others' Brave Hero Party was actually quite balanced.
Damage dealer, Mage, tank, Support... they had everything they needed.
However, corresponding to the different roles of their respective professions, there were also huge differences in the damage they could deal.
In This Game Zone of Demon King's Castle, the damage each person could inflict was determined by their fixed Profession Panel. The panel determined the range of your damage, meaning you could only deal that fixed amount of damage.
Of course, nothing was absolute. If you got lucky and landed a critical hit, the upper limit of your damage would increase as well.
"...So you're telling me that was just critical damage?"
Inside the Convertible Bus speeding along the Desert Highway beneath the blazing sun, August Desolation looked at the person sitting before him and munching on bread with an expression that plainly said, Who are you trying to fool?
After roughly an hour of fierce fighting, they had finished their initial encounter and were currently taking a brief rest. This Desert Highway seemed almost endless; although it was rather hot, it was still fairly pleasant.
"It wasn't just a critical hit. There was also a weak-point attack. Didn't you see that those were Golden Damage Numbers?"
Curling his lips, Bai Zhi took a bite from the bread in his hand.
"Compared to such trivial details, I think you should be more concerned about other things."
"Trivial..."
Recalling the damage numbers that a certain hero had dealt—dozens of times higher than the rest of theirs—August Desolation's mouth twitched slightly.
Nothing was more frightening than comparison. During that previous hour of battle, that person alone had contributed nearly over 90% of the entire team's damage. The high four-digit golden or green