"Tch, these things are getting annoying."
Chuan Wenwu swung the Cross Shield and drove it hard into the belly of a giant ghoul that had charged up to him. The protrusion at the shield's bottom struck so hard that the creature's rotting eyeballs bulged out-even if it was a shield without an edge, its shape still allowed him to wield it like a blunt greatsword.
Now that he had a way to convert defense into attack damage, he had at least somewhat made up for his lack of offensive options.
He was outside, fighting a horde of magic beasts alongside Bruce.
Too many... there were simply too many magic beasts.
They seemed as endless as a locust swarm, and not a single one was weak-though none of them could break through his defenses.
But that was beside the point. What mattered most was that killing these magic beasts earned him almost nothing!
Everyone in this world could gain experience by killing magic beasts, raising their levels and growing stronger.
Yet these dimensional magic beasts from the Wave's rift only gave him single-digit experience when he killed them, if they gave him any at all!
Even a slightly higher-level Balloon Monster gave over ten experience points! These viciously aggressive, level-twenty or level-thirty magic beasts only gave a few measly points? Their experience rewards weren't even as high as their levels!
With a wave of magic beasts this massive, forget wiping them all out-even killing a tenth, or a hundredth, would yield a terrifying amount of experience if they gave as much as ordinary magic beasts. It might even be enough to push a rookie adventurer straight from level one to level one hundred.
Unfortunately, there were no "ifs." These magic beasts were nothing but expendable fodder, born solely to slaughter and