Many players sighed in relief at Weissman’s arrival.
The Mechanical Slayer was too strong. Even though so many guards had attempted to slow its assault, over 50,000 players had died. Moreover, turned several White River City streets into ruins.
If given more time, the Slayer would have slaughtered every player in White River City. Meanwhile, the city itself would become nothing more than rubble.
Despite being only a Level 50 Mutant High Lord, the Mechanical Slayer had caused so much damage. If dozens of such powerful monsters appeared, wouldn’t they obliterate White River City?
However, among all of the players present, only Shi Feng understood how powerful a Mutant was. An ordinary High Lord could never be so strong.
Mutants were considered natural disasters.
“I wonder which is stronger: a Great Wizard or a Mutant.” At this moment, Shi Feng stood far from the commotion, quietly observing Weissman and the Slayer’s every action.