Orson was feeling mentally drained. Even with his full efforts in hunting down players, their retreat tactics were far too sophisticated. It wasn't just a disorganized and undisciplined scatter; it was more like they scattered into eight different directions. They didn't give him a chance to use his AoE skills and mow them down in bulk.
"The Eight Sages' guild is truly top-tier. Their adaptability is far beyond what regular players can handle. They're not to be underestimated." Orson commented seriously.
Soon, the entire plain was filled with players scattering in all directions, leaving behind scattered gear and gold coins.
Meanwhile, the Crimson Lizard King chased after Bloodaxe King in the air, forcing him to run for his life. The advantage of flying was simply too great. Even Bloodaxe King, the orc king, couldn't withstand the percentage-based damage. His health rapidly dropped to around 50%.
