"What should we do, president? The team is collapsing!"
In a dense primal forest, facing a sudden group of Shadow Leopards, a player named "Three-Brother of Death" roared amidst the chaotic crowd:
"What are you panicking about? Everyone, attack!"
Unfortunately, the rain here was too heavy at the moment, and with the dark environment, hardly anyone could hear what he said,
"What's everyone doing? Close in towards the center, don't spread out anymore, protect the rear!"
There are just under twenty Shadow Leopards, yet they seemed like invisible assassins in the shadows.
No matter how Three-Brother of Death roared, it was futile.
This group of a hundred people was like a disorganized pile of sand.
Everyone's average level was just under Level 17, facing Level 23 Shadow Leopards, they were already at a disadvantage.
But now, fighting separately like this, everyone only faced chaos.
"Where are the Warriors? Quickly protect the rear, the Priests are about to die out."
