"Holy shit, this ten-thousand-player instance is way too intense!"
Mo Yu had barely steadied himself after emerging from the teleportation light when he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken.
"Once tier three monsters gather in numbers, their combat power practically grows exponentially."
Whirlwind gave a bitter chuckle too. His light armor still bore several torn, scorched marks.
"Tier three primitive monsters aren't that hard to handle. Those beasts aren't smart. They just charge around on brute strength and instinct, so we can still hold them off if we kite them properly."
"But those tier three civilization monsters are a completely different story. They know when to advance and retreat, and their formations work together flawlessly. We don't stand a chance in a head-on fight."
"Nothing we can do about it. Our Alliance's tier three fighting strength is still too weak."
"Our stats already fall short of those Demon Owl Race bastards. Once they surround us, we're dead in an instant."
As they spoke, the two instinctively glanced around, only to discover that the vast Alliance Base was deathly silent.
Everyone sat neatly atop their respective Vehicles, craning their necks and staring blankly into the sky.
An enormous deep-blue panoramic screen hung high in midair, clearly projecting every movement within the instance.
"You two finally made it out."
A light chuckle came from the side. Ling Yue walked over, his gaze still fixed on the screen overhead, and beckoned to them. "Come watch the Alliance leader show off his might in the instance."
Mo Yu paused, looking up at the battle projection in surprise.
"We've already been eliminated and teleported out, but we can still watch what's happening inside live?"
"We can."
Ling Yue nodded and explained, "As long as an Alliance member is still holding out inside