Everyone was watching Wu Shaozhen take on three terrifying Ogres alone, and at last, they witnessed just how frightening Dustseal's talent was.
Their jaws dropped as they watched white damage numbers of 46,410 appear above each Ogre's head every second. That damage was absurd.
"Is this Dustseal's true strength? Who could possibly tank that damage?"
"Holy shit, some dumbass actually tried to PK Dustseal earlier. I thought he'd at least last a couple of exchanges, but he died before he even triggered Dustseal's talent."
Behind the player who had spoken, Young Master Ling glared at him furiously. In the end, though, he did nothing. After witnessing Dustseal's true strength, he suddenly realized how ridiculous he had been. Dustseal was practically a bug in the game.
"A growth-type talent... but this growth is terrifying!" Dreamlight Dance murmured. She had learned about Dustseal's talent last time, and its damage of 12,000 per second had given her quite a shock. Yet in just a few days, it had quadrupled. That growth rate was enough to make anyone despair.
Whatever the others were thinking, Wu Shaozhen was busy kiting the three Ogres in circles. He had pulled all their aggro onto himself, so they no longer attacked anyone else. The other players weren't standing idle either, turning their attention to the Rending Tiger Demons.
The battle finally stabilized. Surrounded by three Ogres, Wu Shaozhen's heart pounded every time he went in to refresh his poison. If he took two consecutive hits, not even the priests could save him.
Fortunately, after Zi You's recent intensive training, Wu Shaozhen could dodge the attacks of melee monsters like these, which had neither lock-on nor area-of-effect skills. Even when he genuinely couldn't dodge, he still had plenty of survival skills in reserve.
Finally, after six minutes of nerve-racking