'The tactical field is breaking!' Oren thought in shock. He was in charge of eight members of the Bacallo Guild. All of them were members of two-team squads in reality. The tactical field could only be maintained if each squad were on standby at certain intervals. If a soldier died, another one from the troop would hurry to fill in the gap. If that soldier also died, the gap would again be filled by another. This was so the tactical field could be maintained, and as long as it was maintained, it would remain to be an impregnable barrier. However, right now, the tactical field was starting to crumble. This could only mean one thing…

'We're being killed at such an incredibly fast rate that the guild members cannot fill the gaps.' 

Oren opened his eyes wide to observe their opponent. The man was swift for a player at Level 80. According to what one soldier reported before he died, a single attack from the man could reduce as much as 50% of their HP.

'That guy's HP will definitely bottom out too.' 

There were still 13 members of the Bacallo Guild, hence Oren believed that the enemy’s HP would be depleted soon enough. Although the strength of this enemy had been unexpected, he would still die sooner or later. Oren could see that the man’s body was already covered with wounds of varying...