Their expressions changed drastically, and they spun around, wanting to mount a rescue.
But the moment they acted, the two Saint Tier Players who had been captured by the horrific flesh-and-blood tentacles were already being dragged rapidly into the earth.
At that moment, they felt all the Magic Power in their bodies being sealed, unable to muster even a shred of strength!
'Am I going to die?'
'Damn it, I'm an Elder Level Player from the first wave, for crying out loud! Am I really going to die this pathetically at the start of the war?!'
"AHHH! How could this happen?! Brothers, save me!!!"
Clearly, faced with such a desperate situation, even the proud and arrogant Saint Tier Players couldn't hold it together anymore.
But while the nearby Players did want to save them, the remaining Blood Race Princes had already gathered to intercept them.
"Damn it!!!"
"It's over!!! The Divine Favorers Association's 'Fierce Tiger Group' is going to be a laughingstock now!"
