Beast Tide
Only at this moment did Lin Ziye's five-man squad's legs finally give out in unison. Completely disregarding their image, they collapsed onto a high slope and panted heavily.
Even though half of Life in the World's body had nearly been blasted into a bloody mess by Dark Spirit Race spells, with fresh flesh constantly sprouting to repair itself, he still grinned from ear to ear.
"Holy shit... pulling monsters and starting fights is way more thrilling than just grinding mobs!"
The enormous Happy Fat Otaku was sprawled on the ground beside him, his chest heaving like a broken bellows as he muttered miserably.
"Don't even mention it. After that run, I feel like I fucking lost at least ten pounds..."
Shadow silently emerged from the darkness. He looked Happy Fat Otaku up and down, taking in his multiple chins and burly frame, then calmly delivered the finishing blow without mercy.
"You didn't."
Happy Fat Otaku was instantly overcome with grief and cursed loudly.
"Shadow! You little bastard really deserve to die! I'm fighting you!"
On the distant horizon, a terrifying beast tide, black as far as the eye could see, had fully taken shape.
Driven madly forward by the Shadow Core, Starry Sky Pollution, and Beast Rage, they charged ahead in a frenzy. In this state, unless high-level ferocious beasts stepped in, nothing could stop them.
Huh? It seemed that high-level creatures had joined the fight too. Then never mind.
Their violence had nowhere to vent, and now Shadow Psionic Energy was being released without restraint. This was a provocation against them!
Of course, the players had never expected to control the beast tide at their current levels.
As long as they could direct the beast tide straight into the Dark Spirit Race's face, it would be a