The Drumming Golden Hammer in his hand still felt as light as a feather, as if it had no weight.
"What a pity for the Nine Yang Divine Skill..."
Ding Ling sighed deeply.
Those players are as sly as foxes.
After realizing Ding Ling's ferocity was too difficult to resist, most had already logged off, and Ding Ling's Drumming Golden Hammer seemed to have only crushed a group of new players hiding in the great army, attempting to ambush him.
The other old players proficient in stealth tactics appeared to have fled far away from him.
In reaction, Ding Ling could only come up with other strategies.
Meeting them again in the future, it wouldn't be too late to slaughter them then.
These players who can log on and off anytime aren't worth his concern.
This time, gathering Kebineng and others, he easily hammered them down.
For some players with low martial power, he could easily kill them with a pinch; there was no need to be overly concerned.
