Everyone's body was red, and there were no system prompts in the real world. The negative states were so many that it was impossible to tell what they were. Even if the Priest Class used Diamond-grade group dispel, it might not be able to dispel the most fatal weakness.
Their battle rhythm had been completely disrupted.
Everyone was stunned speechless.
What the f*ck?
Was he really a human-shaped nuclear bomb?
A level 15 Professional fighting against forty level 30 Professionals?
And it was a lineup that was specifically targeted at him!
If we didn't bring enough dispel and healers, and didn't think about the mechanism of his skills, wouldn't we have no way to resist and be killed by his several rounds of crowd control?
"Brother!"
"What do we do now?"
The half-beast in charge of the command sighed.
