"It's finally over," One of the subordinates accompanying Scarface said.
Scarface, on the other hand, was frowning. The subordinates saw his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The corpses…," Scarface said with an unsure tone.
The subordinates looked at the mound of corpses in front of the receding dust cloud. He sighed and said, "It can't be helped. Who would have thought that guy to be that strong? It was good enough that we limited our loss to a small portion of our force. Alternately, if we hadn't used…"
"No!" Scarface cut him mid-sentence. "The corpses did not disappear. The battle is not over!" He exclaimed urgently.
At that moment, Several bolts of light shot out from the cloud of dust, six small ones and one large one. The small ones traveled in curved paths as they sought the closest players. The unsuspecting players did not have time to react and were hit by the bolts, receiving damages that ranged from 100 to 130.