Adrian was now at level eight. With the help of the Divine Frost Slayer Blade, he would not have a problem eliminating opponents of the same level. Although Elio possessed some decent treasures, those items still paled in comparison to the Divine Frost Slayer Blade or the Hellblade.

"Let's go,” Elio commanded.

"Adrian!" Lyra suddenly emerged from her room. She had changed into a different attire and her hair was tied up. "I'm going with you.”

Elio furrowed his brows, carefully observing Lyra.