A1-A105 Duan Bronchus.
Beside the Magma Lake that had once burned with raging flames, a towering black fortress had now been built.
High-level players were far more efficient than they had been at low levels. A fortress like this had not taken long to construct.
Tens of thousands of players bustled about here, turning the place into a forward base for attacking the Lung Leaf.
Build wherever they went—that was a basic quality of the Fourth Calamity!
So far, the bronchioles completely cleared by players were negligible compared to the enormous body. Players preferred new gameplay experiences, constantly challenging high-level zones, special areas, and new maps.
"Isn't this way too much? If we clear them one by one, we'll never get out of the lungs in this lifetime."
A new player looked at the densely packed bronchioles marked with uncleared lesions on the map and felt his scalp tingle.
"Don't worry. We don't have to do that kind of grunt work."
The veteran player beside him pointed upward.
In the sky, thousands upon thousands of silver streaks swept past like cruise missiles.
They were the [Silver Wing Sentinel Legion].
As key nodes were opened up, the Titan's Immune System had partially revived. These tireless white blood cell warriors were automatically splitting off into those narrow, highly repetitive bronchioles, carrying out carpet-bombing virus eradication.
[System Notification: Bronchiole B-1024 has been purified by an NPC Legion.] [System Notification: Bronchiole B-1025...]
"See? We're the spearhead. We handle the tough targets and open new maps. Leave this street-sweeping work to the NPCs."
The veteran player patted the newcomer on the shoulder.
"Come on, come on. Let's explore that newly discovered ruin!"
Coordinates: Right Lower Lobe.
There was none of the clamor of a player army here, only a lone black