"These morons!" Jiang Wentao cursed when he saw the professionists scattering.
In the battlefield, especially one dominated by melee weapons, fleeing does not guarantee survival. Exposing your back to the enemy often means a faster death!
Therefore, in the face of the flying tongues of countless Salamander Demonic Beings, less than half of the professionists managed to escape.
In that brief encounter, the professionists had lost over twenty lives. Their only achievements were killing about ten Salamander Demonic Beings and a few Level 1 Soot Skin Demon Fiends, with the majority of these kills made by Burly Bear's sniper rifle.
"So, this trash isn't worth saving," Wen Yu gazed at the rapidly surging Demon Fiends and, with a thought, extended his Touch of Greed to its maximum length.
