Naimus glanced at the others, smiled, but said nothing more.
The bearded man stared at Naimus, apparently unafraid that he might run away.
Naimus looked at the man's waist, where a card slot hung. Clearly, the other man was a Card Wielder.
No wonder Larry No. 3 had said so much about Card Wielders earlier and repeatedly warned Naimus not to offend them.
Ordinary people were nothing but toys before Card Wielders, with no ability to resist whatsoever.
Besides their own core cards, they could obtain all kinds of cards from events to fill their decks.
These cards could work together to instantly raise a Card Wielder's strength to its limit.
Naimus estimated based on what they had told him and concluded that a Card Wielder who had condensed a core card possessed combat power roughly equivalent to the Black Stone Breed extreme.
After resonance, a Card Wielder with a completed deck was equivalent to the Steel Breed.
Beyond that was sublimating oneself into the Silver Breed.
For now, the Silver Breed appeared inferior to the Golden Breed. Their numerical values were equivalent, but they lacked all kinds of sublimated states, as well as methods like the Golden Key that could observe heaven and earth.
Whether in terms of upper limit or essence, they fell far short of the Golden Breed.
"But that doesn't mean the Silver Breed is weak. This level may very well be a supplement to the Golden Breed."
The path of the Golden Breed had been cut off. That was a universally acknowledged fact.
The Golden Breed extreme was already the limit that ordinary lifeforms could reach.
Even a Saint merely borrowed a god's divine power to derive Holy Power.
Even though Naimus had devised methods of return and reconstruction, they took far too long and