On the vast plains not far outside the Beastman Royal City of the Beastman Empire, not a single beastman could be seen passing through. It could be said that this was the safest place outside the Beastman Royal City's regional dungeon. Nearly every major power had set up a camp here for players to rest and recover before venturing into the Beastman Royal City to begin exploration.
Although this place was not a town, its prosperity did not lose out to any fortress in the Beastman Empire. Over a million players normally gathered here, packing the entire plain to the brim.
Within this tent-filled camp on the plains, a vast stretch of land had been claimed by a newly arrived force. Yet none of the major powers present dared to say a word, because this force was none other than the Star Ring Guild, which even the various super guilds currently regarded with great wariness.
As a hundred-man team approached Star Ring's camp, it immediately drew the attention of every player present.
This was because every member of the hundred-man team rode a jet-black war bear over three meters tall. Their procession was grand and imposing. Moreover, these players were all Level 67 or above, each radiating a battle-hardened, iron-blooded aura. They were clearly no ordinary players, but more like a disciplined army. Even their worst equipment was Level 65 Adamantite Grade gear—equipment that current expert players regarded as top-tier treasures.
Furthermore, everyone could sense that the gap between themselves and these players was not merely one of basic attributes, but a disparity in the very level of life itself.
The burly middle-aged man at the head of the group made many of the experts present feel as though they could barely breathe. The pressure he exuded was especially intense,