On the walls of Rust City, every North American player held their breath.
Through the images sent back by the Scout Demon Eye, they saw a sight they would never forget.
From the crude Dragon City that had sprung up from the ground, countless people surged outward in every direction like a black tide!
Over a thousand squads, each a hundred strong.
They swept across the land like locusts starved for ten million years, leaving nothing in their wake.
Elite monster zones that normally required coordinated teams to clear could not even raise a ripple against that black tide. They were swallowed and torn apart in an instant.
"God..." Scott's longbow slipped from his hand, but he did not notice. "Are they playing a game or waging a war?"
Kevin braced himself against the battlements, his face deathly pale beneath his glasses.
On the screen, a Yan Country squad pushed too far ahead and was wiped out by a single swipe from an Epic-grade Corrupted Beast.
But the next second, over a dozen flashes of white light appeared at a temporary Respawn Point behind them. The squad charged out, cursing, and threw themselves at the beast again.
Utterly fearless of death.
No. They really could not die.
"Tactics don't matter anymore," Kevin murmured, unable to hide the despair in his voice. "How are we supposed to fight a bunch of lunatics who can't die?"
Meanwhile, on the wasteland outside Dragon City.
"Holy shit! An elite just spawned over there, and it has the [Envy] affix!"
"Don't steal it! Our Across the Four Seas guild saw it first!"
A hundred-member raid from Across the Four Seas was besieging a massive Corrupted Scorpion Lion.
The lion's health was nearly gone when another squad rushed in from the side, led by a