Several months had passed since the two worlds merged. By now, almost no trace of modern civilization remained in the real world. Monsters had devastated every modern city beyond recognition. Only the system cities still stood...
The global landscape had changed just as drastically. Almost none of the other countries remained intact. Now, the world consisted only of China and a handful of alliances...
Yet even the people from those alliances had to tread carefully around anyone from China. China was simply too far ahead...
Chinese players had now reached an average level of over eighty. Most frontline players were above level 90, and the top players had already reached the level cap...
In a forest three hundred kilometers outside Giant Deer City, a pack of level 95 Ironclad Behemoths roamed...
Just then, a light flashed, and two figures suddenly appeared among them...
Seeing food fall from the sky and land right before their mouths, the Ironclad Behemoths charged excitedly at the two figures...
Bang... bang... bang...
A series of explosions rang out. Every Ironclad Behemoth that charged forward burst into a cloud of blood, frightening the remaining beasts into stopping dead in their tracks...
"Man... the creatures around a second-tier main city are so weak," Old Teng bragged, clapping his hands.
Wu Shaozhen rolled his eyes, not bothering to respond. He glanced around and murmured, "Finally back!"
"Oh, right. Better check whether this guy's kicked the bucket yet..."
Wu Shaozhen hurriedly looked at Ye Han inside the ice. Seeing that his eyes were still moving, he let out a sigh of relief...
"Hehe, I've carried you around long enough. Time for you to give something back..."
With that, Wu Shaozhen drew Godslayer and finished him off with a single Execution...
As Ye Han's health emptied, Wu Shaozhen felt a