To the southeast side of Sky City, there was a vast, foggy canyon in the middle of the mountains. It was very early in the morning inside the game, and everyone’s vision was reduced to the point that they couldn’t see anything past 20 meters. It was a nightmarish environment to operate in for any archer or mage. Without vision, they wouldn’t be able to get a lock-on with their skills, meaning that long-range attacks were left wanting in most cases. Things weren’t much better for melee classes either. What could they do when they couldn’t even see if there was a mob right in front of them?

……

Clang!

I pulled out the Heaven-stealing Sword and yelled loudly, "Everyone, bring up your minimaps and pay attention to the dots around you! I want everyone to gather around me, now!"

Almost a thousand of us had come to this valley. We had elites of every class, and we were a sizable threat to any force. I was happy that the guild had come this far. We wouldn’t be helpless even if we ran into a powerful guild.

A ton of blue dots was starting to appear on the edge of the minimap. They represented the players who didn’t belong to our guild, and they were moving rapidly toward...