"Then what the hell are we supposed to do against her?!"
They had watched nearly a hundred players get vaporized in an instant.
Everyone was stunned.
Silence stretched on for quite a while.
Only then did someone finally speak.
Exactly!
How the hell were they supposed to fight her?!
When Ulysses had rallied them, most players had imagined everyone in the instance taking on a boss. A boss!
One with a bigger health bar and nastier skills, sure, but with thousands of players piling in, overwhelming numbers, concentrated firepower, and every kind of sustain, they could eventually wear it down. It would be epic!
But nobody had told them the final boss could wipe out the field with one swing?!
Looking at the empty expanse ahead, every surviving player felt their scalp crawl.
Even the snarling monsters of Noire Ferra—the grotesque mutated beasts and fallen Thieves—suddenly looked downright friendly.
Against those disgusting monsters, they could at least trade a few blows, watch a health bar drop, and maybe show off some fancy footwork.
But against Lu Xiu?
There had not even been a warning—
She had casually drawn her blade, and over a hundred players had vanished along with the monsters!
"Run—"
One player shouted it instinctively.
But Ulysses spoke up again, roaring, "Don't run! Her ultimate's down! A burst skill that terrifying can't be simple! She must have had buffs boosting it! There's no way she can use it repeatedly! The cooldown has to be long! And look around—the monsters have backed off!"
"Fight! We have to attack now!"
"Once her skill comes off cooldown, none of us can win!"
"And this is the damn Final Circle! The Dimensional Storm outside is about to swallow the whole city! Where can you even run?!"
He was right.
The mutated monsters