Opened the channel.
Sure enough, it was filled with wails and complaints.
"Shit! These damn monsters, why are they so fierce?"
"I even used fire oil, drenched these bastards in it, and they didn't react at all."
"With the enemy's strength and numbers like this, forget counterattacking—we'll be lucky if we can keep our asses intact."
"Tried it personally. Dying just makes you exit the instance. Your gear is transported back to the city as rewards, and doesn't get wiped."
"If you can revive, what's there to be afraid of? Lure them in for street battles."
Those with weaker development had already been eliminated.
But most were still holding on.
After all, the enemies didn't demonstrate high intelligence, and the city walls provided solid defense.
Surviving a few waves shouldn't be a problem.
Whew!
The sound of something whistling through the air rang out.
Spencer descended from the sky, landing in front of Fang Hao.
