He clicked his tongue, annoyed. 'It looks like the canines are focusing on the base of the spearhead formation.'
He knew this was going to happen, but it happened a little faster than he expected.
If he was not wrong, then the canines surrounded their group of 200-300 players from all sides.
He looked toward the silver wolf. From that guy's position, he calculated they had already crossed 3/4 of the distance.
The only problem was that now they would not have any reinforcement. This was a make-or-break moment.
He noticed a few who wanted to give up on the silver wolf and settle to kill as many surrounding wolves and dogs as possible before dying.
Not even a few seconds passed and the death count among the players increased.
Before things became worse, he shifted his attention to the others.
Most of them were blaming those in the back for betrayal.
