"Holy shit!"
"How did he get in!"
Exclamations and shouts arose one after another, only those who had personally fought him could feel the terrifying sense of desperate defense breaking.
Leading the group, Motis trembled; like the others, he could not imagine why the Blood Erosion Tyrant could follow them here. This was a pre-set location, impossible to enter without the specified teleportation artifact.
Could it be that this guy has some more outrageous special mechanism?
As soon as he had this thought, the eliminated Garulu sent a message as soon as he woke up, saying his teleportation artifact had been snatched, and they should be prepared in advance.
Damn it!
How did this guy snatch it!
What on earth are you doing?
In his mind, Motis began cursing Garulu's ancestors, all the while his brain started to spin rapidly.
