The terrifying damage almost made Brother Meow collapse on the spot. He quickly realized that the "easy mode" of the death arena was over; the developers were now serving the main course.
If he didn't call for support soon, the high ground he was defending was likely to fall apart in a dozen minutes.
"Damn it! No wonder the developers sent ordinary monsters for the first three days to let us farm support points; they were waiting for us here all along!"
Brother Meow looked painfully at his interface, which showed 2987 support points.
He had a good plan initially, intending to save up and summon a Gold powerhouse to farm points in the next round of defense. But the dire situation now left him no time to think.
300 points spent, summon Blood Vulture Vampires for aerial assassination!
Another 300 points to summon Thorn Night Walkers for pinpoint elimination; those three damned Silver Hunters going berserk in his team must be restricted!
