Thousands upon thousands of silver hands pulled at once, tearing open the surface of the [Chaos Pool].
One [Silver Wing Sentinel] after another rose from the pool. Some were slender, carrying twin blades on their backs; others were clad in heavy silver armor, their light spears thicker than an entire player. Their levels varied as well, with the weakest only in their twenties and the strongest already above level fifty.
They did not even pause to get their bearings.
The Flame Demons by the pool were attacking, but the Titan hematopoietic stem cells had already determined what they would become—and who they would kill first!
The first ranks of Silver Wings surged forward. Tens of thousands of [Silver Wing Sentinels] leaped over the players' heads, their silver light spears stabbing into the monster horde at once. White smoke rose from vast patches of Flame Demon bone armor, their tough shells rapidly softening. Before they could retreat, the following Silver Wings had already pierced through the gaps and shattered the cores within.
The poolside that the players had just been risking their lives to hold was reclaimed by the silver army in an instant.
Before the cheers could erupt, a pressure far beyond Tier Two suddenly bore down from deep within the bronchus!
The bodies of the first several hundred players stiffened as their heads and chests exploded simultaneously. Players farther back had their legs weakened by the pressure, their health bars plunging in swathes.
The players in the rear had gone pale, yet all they shouted about were recordings and equipment.
"Question marks! All I can see is a row of question marks!"
"A high-level monster's here! Start recording!"
"Record my ass! Take my gear first, I'm about to die!"
Crimson flames filled the entire bronchus.
A [Flame Demon Lord]