The Flame Spirit Storm swept across the land, turning nearly the entire mountain road into a sea of fire.
The sight of players caught in the flames being instantly burned to ashes filled everyone present with terror.
"This magic is terrifying. Good thing I didn't charge in too fast." A Level 32 Shield Warrior clad in silver-gray heavy armor swallowed as he stared at the blazing flames before him.
Just a moment ago, a Guardian Knight who had charged ahead of him—one with Blessing of Protection active, a magic resistance aura, a priest's Word Shield, an Oracle's defensive enhancement, and over 12,000 HP—had evaporated right before his eyes...
"Huh? Someone's charging over." The heavily armored Shield Warrior suddenly spotted a black shadow rushing toward him across the scorched, crimson ground.
"Perfect, one came right to us! Brothers, kill him!" A nearby Level 32 Berserker roared, raising his greatsword.
A wave of enthusiastic responses immediately followed as everyone prepared to meet the attack.
After constantly getting blown up by Frost Grenades, everyone had been simmering with rage. Now that someone had foolishly charged straight at them, he was the perfect target to vent their anger on.
"No, that person looks like Black Flame!" The heavily armored Shield Warrior narrowed his eyes and made out Shi Feng's rough outline through the thick smoke, immediately panicking.
The dozen or so Berserkers and Shield Warriors who had used Charge also froze, but their skills had already been activated. They were only a dozen yards or so away from Shi Feng now, leaving them no choice. One after another, they gritted their teeth and unleashed their strongest skills at him.
However, the attack speed of these Shield Warriors and Berserkers was far too slow for Shi Feng. Moreover, all of them had entered his perception