The cavalry regiment from Earth watched the space continuously swept by the storm of energy fragments and did not dare advance for a long while.
Even the Warhorses beneath them went limp at the sight of corpses strewn across the ground.
"What level of existence could have caused this?" the cavalry commander asked.
The hundreds of player adventurers behind him were equally bewildered by the sight.
They had clearly only been fighting fiercely for a while and had remained locked in a stalemate.
How had the battlefield suddenly fallen into an entirely different dimension?
It looked as if an invisible black hand was manipulating everything from behind the scenes, mocking their weakness.
"Perhaps it was a Mage Squad?" the Wizard serving as the regiment's spell consultant said in disbelief.
His eyes were wide open, as though he had returned to the shock he had felt when first encountering magic.
Yet no matter how they surveyed the battlefield littered with corpses, they could not detect anything unusual or miraculous.
"Let's go. We'll raid the ogres' lair." Zhao Xu tapped Yun'er's forehead with his index finger as she was still spacing out.
"Huh? Aren't we going to meet them?" Yun'er asked in surprise.
There were more than a thousand people in that vast group, undoubtedly including many of the top players at present. Yet she had not expected Zhao Xu to have no intention of even meeting them.
To put it exaggeratedly, Midsummer could be considered the group's "immediate superior."
Zhao Xu shook his head slightly. "They charged in so openly, couldn't even be bothered to negotiate, and immediately talked about killing on the spot. Do you think they came to save you?"
Yun'er honestly shook her rather delicate little head.
"Exactly."
Zhao Xu patted her shoulder. "If they didn't come to