Spirit Butterfly Snowfield, a level 840 grinding area.
Brilliant skill effects blanketed the entire landscape, creating intense light pollution.
Pillars of fire reached into the sky, staining the clouds red, their roar carrying for miles.
Great earthquakes shook the ground again and again, yet the snowfield never cracked. The only thing diminishing was the snow covering the plateau.
The raging blizzard was suppressed by high-temperature magic, a riot of dazzling colors. If Ke Meng dared to stand in Spirit Butterfly Snowfield, even the slightest brush with the aftershocks would leave him gravely injured.
If he faced the heart of a skill explosion, not even his bones would remain!
The twin little girls walked into Spirit Butterfly Snowfield, their crystal-like pupils reflecting the landscape before them. It was all light, without a single figure in sight.
"They really are diligent about leveling," Nara murmured.
"Big sister, there are a thousand players here. Should we open a passage and teleport them over?"
"No need. We just have to send over a little sound and make them hallucinate." Nara smiled faintly, her lips moving at incredible speed as she recited a passage carrying mental pollution, transmitting it remotely to every player above level 800.
These players had gathered in one place, collectively using skills to draw monsters together and bombard them. Whatever the wild monsters were, they slowly died under this onslaught. This was also the players' most efficient way to level.
Then the grinding players suddenly developed ringing in their ears and heard sounds they should never have heard.
Hallucinations flashed before their eyes: a vast, imposing cloud of poison shrouding all the land of Redstone Plateau.
Poison rain fell like needles, piercing the hearts of every one of the Orange Star People. They died from the poison, instantly dissolving into liquid.