"Hehehehe." The Demon Marshal chuckled with an alluring tone, "What an interesting scene. It seems that your own people are more than willing to spice up the game's difficulty. Well, that's fine—it makes things more entertaining."
The three commanders' eyes were bloodshot. Damn it—this was another slap in the face. Their buffs were already about to expire. Although their weapons were powerful, they drew strength from the weapons themselves, not their own abilities. No matter how strong a weapon is, it can't sustain a constant burst state forever.
They had seen a glimpse of victory, and yet those damned rookies messed things up. How could they not be furious? If they weren't in the middle of a life-and-death battle with the Demon Marshal, they would have already rushed over to personally deal with those idiots.
This was outright playing with their lives! Competition was inevitable, rookies were bound to act like this—it was in their nature.
