"Is this really the person Yan Qiu has her eye on?" Duetian Feng stared ahead, his mind reeling with shock.
He was a Level 40 Guardian Knight and the team's main tank, stationed at the very front of the formation. He knew exactly how terrifying these
A single Soul Fanatic was something any member of their team could handle on their own.
Though Soul Fanatics boasted tremendous strength — completely eclipsing even their team's Level 40 Berserker, Yan Qiu — their attack speed and reaction time were sluggish. Given enough room to maneuver, even a single tank could slowly whittle one down.
But thousands upon thousands of Soul Fanatics were a different matter entirely. They had surrounded the team so tightly there was no room to dodge, forcing them to tank head-on. Each Soul Fanatic possessed 200,000 HP — an enormous amount for an undead creature. On top of that, the undead had high magic resistance, so even when someone in the team cast AoE spells, the damage was only one or two thousand per hit. After several volleys, they had barely dented the Soul Fanatics' health pools.
A total party wipe was only a matter of time.
Yet all it took was a single sword swing from
Not only was Duetian Feng stunned beyond words — every single member of the team stood there slack-jawed in disbelief.
"Yan Qiu, how on earth did you meet this monster?" a beautiful Level 39 Warlock whispered.
"I got to know him while doing a quest with Qing Xuan. Back then, I thought the same way you all do now — that the experts in top guilds were nothing but hothouse flowers." Yan Qiu thought back to how she used to share the same assumptions as the rest of Wind God's Spear, and a pang of shame washed over her.
Si Yu Qing Xuan and Qing Zhu overheard the exchange, and the irritation they had felt earlier swelled into a quiet burst of pride.
"I told you — Brother Night Edge is incredibly powerful. Back then, he took just the two of us along and effortlessly took down a Level 50 Field Lord. Dealing with a bunch of Level 50 Elite mobs is nothing to him," Qing Zhu said, puffing out her chest with unmistakable pride.
Of course, taking down that Level 50 Field Lord had largely been thanks to Shi Feng's two
"Wait — he soloed a Level 50 Field Lord with just two magic-users?"
"That can't be right. Our Wind God's Spear assembled a hundred-man raid, burned through a pile of rare items, and barely managed to kill a Level 40 Field Lord."
The members of Wind God's Spear were staggered by what Qing Zhu's words implied. That was leagues above even what they were witnessing now with the Soul Fanatics.
Having fought countless monsters since entering the Divine Realm, they understood all too well how terrifying a Level 50 Field Lord was. It simply wasn't a boss that current players had any business fighting.
Level 50 was a watershed. It was when players could undergo their Tier 2 class advancement, receiving a massive boost to their stats and gaining powerful Tier 2 skills instead of the Tier 1 abilities they had before. That jump in combat power was enormous, which was why Level 50 monsters were a full tier above Level 49 ones.
It was also why even a Berserker like Yan Qiu couldn't match a Level 50 Soul Fanatic in raw strength.
In that moment, every gaze directed at Shi Feng carried a new note of reverence.
As for Dao Yi Fan, who had been dismissive of Shi Feng earlier — seeing how Si Yu Qing Xuan couldn't take her eyes off the man, a deep and bitter jealousy churned in his chest.