Snow blanketed everything.
On the Wasteland.
Under the night sky.
Chen Yi and his companions stood on the ground, facing a somewhat restrained Santa Claus.
Santa Claus was taller than them.
But at this moment, he seemed a mere child, standing there awkwardly, his face showing a faint embarrassment as his gaze flitted around. It's no wonder he felt this way—it was indeed a case of a small world.
But it couldn't really be called a small world.
He just never expected that the player he had tried to kill a few months ago not only survived but had become incredibly powerful.
Originally he was quite confident in his ability to recover 100% of his health instantly, but when this player revealed his prop panel, Santa knew he had met his nemesis. Forget about a 100% health recovery, even 800% health recovery speed was useless.
If you're going to be taken out with a single shot, no matter how fast your health recovers, it's meaningless.