Ethan was starting to lose his patience.
The survivors who hadn't fled yet were stubbornly clinging to the fight. Four Shield Tanks stood in formation at the front, while three healing Shamans hovered behind them, ready to mend every bruise and cut. The barbarian Shield Tanks braced their massive shields against him, but each time he struck, they went flying through the air—only to be fully restored seconds later by the Shamans' relentless healing.
It was like trying to squash cockroaches. They just wouldn't stay down.
Ethan's eyes flicked past them toward the distance, where twenty-five players were already fleeing. Those were the ones he truly wanted. He recognized the emblem on one of their chests and, even more clearly, the smirk on his face. That was IronSeraph, guild leader of the Judgment Guild. In his previous life, this very man had obtained the [Immortality] Divine Ability.
