Stealing The Loot

The Snow Ape King's health was down to 400,000/45,000,000—less than one percent remaining.

On the battlefield, forty to fifty thousand ranged players remained. At this rate, another ten waves of concentrated fire would be enough to bring it down.

Ethan was already prepared. The moment the Snow Ape King collapsed, he would rush in for the loot.

Suddenly, a powerful magical disturbance swept across the battlefield—different from the chaotic spells being cast left and right.

Despite the sheer number of players slinging magic, this wave of energy overshadowed them all.

Ethan's body tensed, and he instinctively retreated about ten meters, his eyes darting toward the source of the disturbance.

About a hundred meters to his left, a group of seven or eight people stood together. Ethan guessed they were the guild leaders or high-ranking officers overseeing the battle.