Inside the frigid canyon, a shield formation of Purgatory Mad Dragon players were blocking the exit leading to the outer lands. Wang Dongliang was standing at the forefront with a heavy sword in his grip, and further back was a group of archers and mages. It was definitely powerful enough to intercept Little Piglet. I counted at least 5000 high-level Purgatory Mad Dragon players among them.

A fair distance away from them, Little Piglet was wielding a deep cyan sword and riding a skeletal horse with draconic spikes all over its body. It was obviously Level 200 or higher and Immortal Rank at least. Even more imposing were the cyan spikes covering his armor. It was Shield Armor, a skill that reflected 75% damage back at his attacker as true damage. It was the main reason archers were generally afraid to hit Little Piglet. It was entirely possible that they might kill themselves long before they killed him.

Little Piglet was not looking good though. Blood was dripping down his palm, and his armor looked moments away from falling apart completely. Even so, he raised his head high and glared at Wang Dongliang with furious eyes.

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Unwilling to meet Little Piglet’s eyes, Wang Dongliang trained his gaze on the distant forests behind him before yelling, "Come back to your...