In the quarantine zone.
In a densely built-up area, a team of a dozen or so independent players was besieging two Fallen Believers. Their levels were around twenty, and they each wore a sturdy set of leather armor, wielding flintlock guns and fine steel longswords, and cooperating tacitly to unleash a crossfire of attacks.
Within moments, the players had chopped the two Fallen Believers into chunks.
"Phew... The monsters in the Red Calamity Area really are tough. It's bad enough they have so much health, but their recovery power is extremely strong too. If we get hit by those flesh tentacles, we'd lose more than half our health."
A male player wiped the sweat from his forehead and crouched down, leaning on his longsword, and sighed with exhaustion.