As soon as Cold Deer exited the camp, the dark clouds shrouding the sky above dispersed.
The players who had been battered were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. After experiencing the power of a Level 11 Druid's spell, they dared not speak arrogantly anymore, as even a casual spell from the other party was enough to overwhelm them.
Although Druids were not fond of combat, a Level 11 Druid was more than enough to kill this mob of players, none of whom were even Level 5; they couldn't even cause a ripple.
Without changing their expressions, everyone deeply felt their disdain and indifference toward them.
This time they profoundly realized that the world now was different from before the apocalypse.
Those with great strength could dominate the conversation; the powerful could do as they pleased, while they were separated by a chasm from those prodigies.
