In an instant, the players across the entire field surged toward John like a tidal wave.
Mage and archer players immediately unleashed all kinds of long-range attacks from where they stood, blasting them toward John.
Warrior players, meanwhile, used every Flash-type skill they had as much as possible, chasing after John with murderous intent.
Seeing this scene, John's gaze shifted slightly.
"Perfect timing."
The next moment, two scepters appeared in his hands.
"Berserk Dragonflame."
"Light of Death."
In an instant, two terrifying elemental auras surged out from the two scepters in John's hands.
The two streams of power formed a ring of light and fused into one.
At a glance, it was as dazzling as the sun.
Yet it exuded an overwhelming aura of death.
At that exact moment, countless attacks landed on John's body as well.
However, every single one of them displayed the same result—
miss.
Invalid attacks.
Seeing this, all the players were stunned.
