章 117: 117: Too Much of a Godslayer Mentality!

Since the stronghold battle, someone had been relentlessly bombing three major battlefields, causing Infinite Dimensions players to develop a good habit:

No matter if it's useful or not, always carry a bunch of magic resistance potions.

This had driven countless mage players crazy. Every opponent was incredibly tough to fight, making it a daily torment.

Resistance auras flared up on players as priests immediately started healing and reviving those who had fallen.

"Only 50,000 health for an elite boss? Charge! Kill it!" shouted one player.

"Do I even need to say it? Ugly bastard, move out of my way!" Ride Donkey rushed in first, a giant sword swinging fiercely.

The Cursed Evil Spirit let out a chilling shriek and extended its bone claws toward him.

Ride Donkey grinned, quickly activating his taunt skill to take the damage, and his teammates, including Old Yin, fell into position, preparing to focus fire.