The two of them stood like broken machines amidst the barren desert in the Heavenly Domain. The sand from the large gale seemed as if it was going to bury them.
Stolord!
Without a guild, there was no way they could figure out his origins. There also weren't any signs of background powers assisting him. The tenth server's dungeon records were solely controlled by his technique. He had even taken control of all of the guilds.
In the new server, dungeon records were extremely important for a guild's development.
The new server was practically filled with new players. No matter how famous a guild's name was, in the new server, they would simply be unknown to the eyes of new players. How could they establish their name towards new players? It was through dungeon records. These were undeniable reflections of a guild's strength.
However, all of the tenth server's guilds had now been turned into jokes. In the eyes of everyone else, whoever Stolord helped would obtain the record.