As for Miller and the group of assistants, they naturally could only rely on guesses. They interpreted that light as a special kind of magic capable of destroying the runes on the "metal golem".
In terms of results, interpreting it this way wasn't necessarily wrong.
Watching the successive victories of the Gray Man troops, a strong curiosity flashed in Luo Yan's eyes. Especially when he thought of his own players, who seemed to possess similar abilities.
They could exchange in-game intelligence through out-of-game communication by logging out, and recently this tactic seemed to have been mastered quite well.
They would even agree on log-in and log-out times, using time measurements to maintain smooth information flow.
"Miller."
Looking at the assistants who looked at him with anticipation, Luo Yan finally spoke.
His voice was as calm as ever, yet carried an undeniable authority and charisma, inspiring involuntary respect from everyone.
