A teenage-looking boy in the front had his ability pushed out, reinforcing the floor, the walls, and the ceiling in order to contain the monsters in this space. His translucent barrier ability made sure everyone stayed unaffected by the shockwave.
"Ogres. Everyone, spread out!" Xingchen ordered in a commanding tone. "Form up around the perimeter. Don't let them surround us. Ogres can shoot fireballs from both their hands. Be careful."
But the real threat was still to come.
From the Rift's heart, a towering figure emerged, more massive than anything they had seen so far.
"A mutated Red Ogre King." Zhao Wuhen whispered under his breath. The Red Ogre stood 15 meters tall, its two heads moving independently, scanning the entire place.
Four massive arms swung around; two of the front limbs were holding a weapon, an enormous spiked club in one hand, a jagged axe in the other.
Its eyes glowed with malice as it roared, shaking the floor beneath them.
*Graaaa*
