The members of Dragon Soaring Dynasty watched their guild leader turn into a scarlet blur and plunge deep into the ruins.
"Keep up! Keep up! Don't fall behind!"
Blood War Eight Wastelands bellowed at the top of his lungs. He shouldered his massive axe and charged after him.
He thought he was running fast enough.
But before he had covered a hundred meters, he skidded to a halt.
It wasn't that he wanted to stop. There were no monsters left ahead of him.
Right before his eyes, a path some fifty meters wide had been plowed through the ruins.
Fallen Ones stood on either side, still too stunned to react. Inside the path, only green blood and shattered limbs littered the ground.
The scarlet figure was already hundreds of meters away.
Boom!
Another sonic boom rang out.
Dragon Soaring World crushed a huge chunk of rubble underfoot, and the energy stored in his Scarlet Storm Boots erupted again.
Every monster within thirty meters, strong or weak, was pulverized by the invisible shock wave of his step.
They didn't even have time to scream.
"..."
Blood War Eight Wastelands stared openmouthed at the figure vanishing into the distance. The axe on his shoulder suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.
"What... what are we even here for?" A mage caught up and stared at the absurdly clear path ahead, looking lost.
"To cheer him on?" another archer answered uncertainly.
"What the fuck..." Blood War Eight Wastelands struggled for words before finally cursing. "I can't even get a taste of the action!"
"How the fuck are we supposed to compete with that?"
With a miserable groan, Blood War Eight Wastelands gave up the chase.
"Brothers, let's not stand around! Clear the edges of the path the guild leader plowed through! Even