Feng Luo and his group of five continued to spectate the battle in front of them. As this situation continued, the small squad of players on the battlefield far away had started to crumble. More than two-thirds of the players had already been killed by the Tyrant. The remaining players had finally given up and started running for their lives.
Clearly, by then, they finally knew just how scary Tyrants were. The perfect grade Permanent Enhancement Potion was not something that one could easily get.
The players were still quite smart as they spread out when they started escaping. Though the Tyrant completely dominated them in terms of combat prowess, it could only focus and pursue one player.
The Fire Manipulator from earlier ran towards Feng Luo's group with a tired and devastated expression while being covered in a translucent Expert Level energy shield.
"Ha!"
Phoenix blinked lightly.
