A colossal gate of white bone materialized, instantly drawing the attention of everyone present. The moment the bone gate swung open with a thunderous boom, a torrent of horrifying dark energy spilled out from within, and the snow-covered ground was instantly reduced to barren wasteland.
The instant a demon stepped out — standing four or five meters tall, bearing four arms, each gripping a long sword of white bone, with a pair of crimson horns crowning its head — everyone involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath.
Demon Slayer. Demon. Grand Lord. Level 81. HP: 33,750,000.
"A level 81 Grand Lord?!"
"This is bad! They can summon Tier 3 monsters!"
The members of Black Catty stared at the Demon Slayer, an indescribable terror gripping their hearts.
If it had been a level 50 or 60 Grand Lord, it might have been manageable. But this was a level 81 Grand Lord — their level far exceeded their own. Although the pressure of level suppression in the Divine Realm had been reduced considerably as players advanced in rank, a gap of a full 30 levels was not something easily overcome.
Moreover, in terms of raw stats, a level 81 Grand Lord was considerably stronger than a level 50 High Grand Lord.
Under normal circumstances, dealing with a level 50 High Grand Lord required an elite raid of a hundred — and that wasn't even a guarantee. Fighting a monster controlled by another player? That was an outright nightmare.
The Demon Slayer beat its ink-black wings, and in the blink of an eye appeared right in the midst of the crowd, as though it had teleported. This was its Tier 2 skill, Spatial Jump — capable of covering far greater distances than a standard teleport, up to 400 yards in range.
Then the four white bone swords clutched in the demon's hands erupted with emerald-green flames. It drove all four blades downward into the earth at its feet.
BOOM!
From the Demon Slayer as the epicenter, waves of emerald fire raged outward in every direction, spreading a full 50 yards before they finally ceased.
Tier 3 skill — Annihilation in All Directions!
Everything the flames touched was reduced to nothing. Even a level 52 Tier 1 main tank who activated every defensive skill in their kit was killed in an instant.
In a single strike, Black Catty lost several hundred more members…
That one blow drove the already wavering members of Black Catty straight into despair.
"Retreat! Everyone, pull out now!" Chenfu Yiqiu shouted frantically over the party chat as the Demon Slayer began to move again.
The combat prowess Jing Wuming and the others had displayed was already enough to terrify him. He never imagined players could grow this powerful — every one of them fought like monsters. And Jing Wuming in particular was a walking beast. Several level-50-plus main tanks, working in tandem, couldn't even last a moment against him; they were simply sent flying at will. Cloth-wearing classes were swatted down like flies — one hit, instant death…
And now an 81-level Grand Lord had appeared. He felt like the system was playing a sick joke on him.
Although Chenfu Yiqiu had already ordered the retreat, it was utterly meaningless against a Tier 3 demon — especially one that had been empowered by the Demon Lord. The Demon Slayer's movement speed was far too fast. It carved through fleeing players with a single swing of its sword, taking down several at a time. Nobody could escape. Every last one was devoured by those emerald-flamed bone blades.
Meanwhile, Jing Wuming and his team found the fight far easier now that Black Catty was scattering in retreat. Their kill speed actually increased significantly.
In an instant, the sight before everyone was nine players and a demon chasing over a thousand people in every direction.
The sheer absurdity of the scene left the free players in the distance — who had been about to leave — completely dumbstruck.
They had seen plenty of crowds of a thousand hunting down a few dozen. But they had never once seen a handful of people chasing over a thousand.
The spectacle left their eyes blazing with excitement, their hearts racing, goosebumps rising across their skin.
Black Catty had spent its time in Cold Wind City bullying free players like them at every turn. Seeing its members slaughtered like this was deeply satisfying — but what truly stirred their blood was the sense of admiration burning in their chests.
This was strength.
This was power.
Right now, it was all on full display before their very eyes.
A handful of people chasing over a thousand in every direction — that kind of awe-inspiring feat was exactly what they had always yearned to achieve.