Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

"Qian Dalong and Juewang are Lower Sixth-Rank experts. Based on our earlier estimates, these two's attributes probably exceed two hundred points!"

"If even they can't handle the Fire Vein Poison Crocodile, how did Yang Ling solo this big boss?"

"Maybe our estimates were wrong? Otherwise, Yang Ling's only level sixty—where would he get that many attribute points? It can't be that his Cultivation Technique and Martial Arts Technique give him a much bigger Boost than us, right?"

"This matter... we'll probably have to wait until he comes out of the Blazing Gold Mine to ask him. But he probably won't tell us..."

These players, who weren't familiar with Yang Ling, now desperately wanted to see him.

"That beast's roar just now was a bit strange."

Qian Dalong stared at the entrance to the Blazing Gold Mine, lost in thought.

Was the Fire Vein Poison Crocodile injured?

The moment this thought arose, he lightly shook his head, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his eyes.