As the silver corpse dragons began breathing ice, Liu Zhi noticed the silver dragonkin charging into the battlefield as well.
They carried weapons that looked like spears and followed in the wake of the silver corpse dragons' breath, smashing the frozen creatures into fist-sized fragments.
Liu Zhi noticed that beneath the ice was a deep-blue liquid.
After being smashed apart, the liquid seemed to struggle, but the silver corpse dragons kept attacking it without pause.
At the same time, Liu Zhi sensed that the silver corpse dragons seemed to have received support from the Underworld. Each time they breathed, large amounts of deathly energy flowed into their bodies, strengthening them.
This strengthening with deathly energy was almost the exact opposite of the effect that had just erased the deep-blue liquid.
In other words, in just that brief exchange, the Underworld had already analyzed the deep-blue liquid and come up with a way to counter it.
Liu Zhi couldn't help feeling uneasy. Was this game's mission really that simple?
The Underworld was clearly an independent space where gods existed. Yet a world like this couldn't invade the real world and still needed players to come help through missions. That alone showed how terrifying the outside world must be.
Liu Zhi had already begun revising his assessment of this world. He'd originally thought that Bronze, Silver, and Gold were merely items to guide players into the game.
Now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.
This world had been established to help Necromancers reach level 5 and advance into classes like Death Lord. That meant Bronze-level corresponded to factions with level-5 strength.
Silver-level should correspond to level-10 experts. Thinking of this, Liu Zhi couldn't help shaking his head. How had he managed to choose such a troublesome place?
Gold-level, meanwhile, should