The players on this side were also angry. You're the useless one, being suppressed by Demon Throat, and you blame us. The others are holding off the berserk Demon Marshal with just three of them—an extraordinary feat.
On the other side, a player and the Green Dragon Princess were together holding back the Faceless Monster. Although its health hadn't dropped much, it was at least suppressed in terms of momentum.
And over here? You're supposed to be a World-level Chief, yet you got your arm easily severed and your shield stolen. Now you're fighting Demon Throat, not only failing to show your strength but also shirking responsibility. If it weren't for us players, you would've been entangled and devoured long ago, okay?
The players on this side felt helpless too. The underground battlefield was all about grinding warfare—it was a war between Legions. To earn military merit, a Legion's combat power mattered most.
