"Wow, look! A player with a bright red name just charged over there, and their gear looks amazing! Wait! It's Qingcai Baiyutang! Everyone, attack! We might be able to get that purple ring to drop—move, move!"
Amidst the chaos, I glanced at my own name. Sure enough, it had turned a bright red. My Sword of Darkness was faintly gleaming with a blood-red color, which looked quite striking—though, of course, only a pervert or a maniac would think so.
As I moved rapidly, over a dozen fireballs pelted me at once. I broke into a cold sweat, but upon closer inspection, I realized I had lost less than 200 HP. It turned out that the level gap between me and these mages was just too large. I estimated their highest-level mage was only around level 27, while I was level 35; that eight-level difference was enough to cause most of their magical skills to be resisted.
Chapter 89