Jeez.
Beaten to a pulp and you call that glory? Is it necessary to keep saying it?
The players who had revived through Cyclic Resurrection were all dumbfounded, looking around at each other in bewilderment.
What's going on? They hadn't done anything and just died?
Damn Game Designer, come out and see the Boss you designed! This thing insta-kills people!
The Tree Demon Race Leader recognized Dung Beetle and roared, "It's you, Human Race! Daring to come to our Tree Demon Race camp and act so presumptuously! Today, you all will die to accompany my Tree Demon Race!"
Vines lashed down from the sky toward the players, mixed with the fury of the Tree Demon Race Leader.
"Damn, did the Boss just unleash its ultimate?"
"Guys, dodge quickly! Don't get hit, or you'll really turn into pulp."
"Damn, it's too tragic. Just now, a brother next to me got hit directly by a whip. His head flew clean off."
