Time flew by. The novelty of the global open beta gradually settled amid the frenzied slaughter of the first week.
Billions of new players struggled through every corner inside the Titan, suffering countless casualties.
Many newbies wailed on the forums, hoping some veteran players would take them under their wing.
However, the old hands had no time to bother with this bunch of helpless rookies.
What was there to gain from leading newcomers? The pitiful experience from a Lv.5 mob was not even enough to fill a top player's teeth. The real rewards had always been in the high-risk areas at the front lines!
Even Dragon Kingdom's official main force had no time to spare for newcomers. Other legions, who were also new players, fought alongside the newbies instead.
At this moment, the army of veteran players worked tirelessly on two fronts—Lobar Bronchus and Companion Star S-1—like perpetual-motion machines.
At the very peak of the combat-power pyramid that all players looked up to, the server's sharpest blade had already undergone a leap in strength!
Right Lung Lobe Bronchus, Molten Rift.
"Roar—!!!"
Wild roars echoed through the rift.
A [Molten Executioner (Lv.50 Lord)], two hundred meters tall and clad in heavy lava armor, with arms like massive bone cleavers, wildly swung its enormous limbs, trying to smash the fly-like players before it into pulp!
But this time, things were completely different from when they had first entered the Lung Leaf.
There was no mountain of corpses built by five hundred thousand players charging forward one after another, nor was there a [Silver Wing Commander] sacrificing his life to reduce its armor.
Before this Lv.50 Lord stood only seven people!
"Dragon War, Brute Force, hold out against this triple slash!"
[Tian Ce] floated in midair, the Tower of Mind at full power