Immediately, five melee warriors approached, wanting to test Lu Yue's resistance through close combat.
However, before the five of them could get close, they suddenly felt a sharp pain between their eyebrows.
A trickle of blood dripped down their foreheads.
"I've held back. Retreat. I'll take it that guys are dead."
"We're not dead." A student immediately shouted.
"Oh? Do you really want me to kill you?"
"I…" The student opened his mouth, and his expression instantly became bitter. Then, he obediently retreated to the side.
Seeing that five of his teammates had chosen to give up, the captain of Winter Class Three had an ugly expression and immediately roared.
The damage dealers who had already outlined the trajectory of their spells threw out their spells one after another. Then, they used their consciousness to guide the spells towards Lu Yue.
Facing the dense attacks, Lu Yue was calm and composed.