Furnace Greed roared in anger, its health dropping by over ten million within just a minute, making it even more furious.
"Blazing Meteor Shower!"
"The Flame Dragon's Breath!"
The dragon's breath and the S-class flame magic roared in unison. Orson remained calm, stepping into the spatial network with a flicker of light.
A magical mirror suddenly appeared in front of the remote players from SSR and other guilds.
"You want to kill my battle beast? You have quite the guts," Orson said as the mirror appeared.
The next moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the players. Dressed in a black robe, his slender figure stood in stark contrast to the towering warriors, yet exuded an immense, unrivaled arrogance.
He reached out and gently patted the Crimson Lizard King, which was pinned to the ground by the Earth Dragons and unable to move.
What was he doing? Was he really exposing himself while under attack by so many players?