"The war between the little green guys and the little black guys" (Thanks to Zhatian Gang-YX for the expert endorsement)

Low-level Dungeon Monsters had low stats. As long as they struck a weak point, even Life Classholders could kill them.

But amid a monster tide of such terrifying numbers, calmly and accurately striking a monster's weak point was a serious test of a Classholder's nerves and skill.

Wan Jiang excelled at this.

His mother, Xu Jing, looked surprised by his performance, but still said:

"There are too many monsters here! Your stats are too low. Don't stay here-hurry to the city defense force and ask for help!"

Wan Jiang shook his head at her words, smashing another low-level monster's skull with the streetlamp in his hands.

"No one will come to rescue us. If every Dungeon Monster has descended into reality, other parts of Qingcheng will be in more danger than No. 3 Middle School. The city defense force won't have time to send help here..."

"We can only rely on ourselves."

As he finished speaking, the surrounding voices quieted a little.

Only then did Wan Jiang notice that, as he killed monsters, a faint current of warmth seemed to gather around the heart in his chest.

It was extremely faint, but when he focused on it, he found it intensely hot, as though his heart were burning.

"Fall back for now! There are more and more monsters!"

"We can't hold much longer..."

The principal and teachers of No. 3 Middle School, who formed the defensive line, looked increasingly exhausted.

Although most of the Dungeons at No. 3 Middle School were low-level, the sheer number of monsters was overwhelming. Worse, the monsters revived after dying!

Wan Jiang kept dodging through the monster tide with agile footwork, but the gap in stats remained difficult to overcome.

"I've got it!"

Something suddenly occurred to Wan Jiang. He turned and rushed to the