"What's going on?"

"Stay away from the fire! Players of long-range professions, where are you? Go kill him with your skills!"

"Suppressor! Come on, suppressor! Get him, just once and we'll seckill him."

Brother Nine of Glory darkened his face at the scene of hundreds of people fighting chaotically.

For a small-scale team fight, about one thousand people was the upper capacity limit of the field. These people would form a huge and solid ...