"I'm playing your mom."
Accompanied by the Shepherd Tree Man's cry of extreme sorrow and anger, he was slammed into the arena's edge wall by the spider tank.
The entire arena trembled, leaving all the players stunned.
"You big lug, competing with me for kills again, damn it, picking on me because I move slow on land and don't have a charge ability," the Ice Serpent said, utterly depressed.
The spider tank's Eye of the Ancient God emitted a ghostly glow, turning to look back at the hydra.
"Damn it, don't look at me with the eyes of an ancient god." The hydra immediately wilted, having always lived in the shadow of the ancient gods.
As the spider tank departed, the Tree of Wisdom also fell to the ground, except what was once a beautiful tree now lay splintered in pieces, looking like a pile of kindling.
The Shepherd Tree Man was as dead as one could be; the Druid's revival combat spell couldn't be self-cast.
