Half-Summer Allure switched the staff in her hand, and the aura around her instantly changed as well.
If Half-Summer Allure had previously been like a warm sun, she was now like a cold, radiant moon. It was not merely her aura that had changed; a faint silver-gray mist suddenly coiled around her body, giving her a hazy, indistinct appearance.
"Is that really a staff? Why does it feel more like a melee weapon?"
Looking at Half-Summer Allure holding Death's Sigh, the crowd could not see her as an Elementalist at all. She looked more like a Grim Reaper harvesting lives.
"That weapon gives off such an intense sense of pressure. It's probably an epic item. Unfortunately, switching weapons now won't change anything. With so many Skeleton Warriors, a Skeleton Knight, and Silent March watching her like a tiger eyeing its prey, she has no chance of winning."
"Exactly. The Undead Summoner class is just too overpowered in a one-on-one fight."
Although everyone noticed that the weapon in Half-Summer Allure's hand was extraordinary, a single weapon could not alter the outcome of this battle. The gap in strength between the two sides was simply too vast.
Only now did the major Guilds in the audience truly understand how terrifying top-tier classes were.
Inside a VIP box in the stands, Unending Faint Trace was studying Death's Sigh in Half-Summer Allure's hand with great focus. The longer she looked, the more interested she became.
Clear Breeze Brewing Wine beside her was also staring intently at Death's Sigh, his expression growing increasingly solemn.
"Unending, don't you think that weapon looks like the one described in that ancient book?" Clear Breeze Brewing Wine asked.
Midnight Tea Party had explored many extremely dangerous places. In one hidden location, they had discovered an ancient book. Though