Just when Fang Jin showed that he was in a state comparable to his peak before rebirth, and tried his best to occupy the space, the other professionals did not waste the opportunities he created.
Although many people are marveling at the height that they seem to be unable to reach in their lifetime, three tentacles are missing out of thin air, and the pressure on the siege professionals is greatly reduced.
In addition, they have gradually adapted to this kind of attack, their positions have become more dispersed, and the strength of their counterattacks has begun to bottom out.
Hundreds of long-range professionals were intermittently launching their strongest attacks at the huge body that did not require aiming.
The only thing they need to pay attention to is to keep their attacks away from areas where Fang Jin is active as much as possible to avoid accidental injuries.
Finally, after successive purifications, the priests successfully eliminated the "octopus" transformed by the black mist, allowing them to turn back into black mist and dissipate in the wind.
Without the octopus as a medium, the control professionals quickly broke free from Mellon's nightmare.
Realizing what had just happened, these dozens of melee professionals couldn't help but feel frightened and ashamed.
But no matter what, without these restraints and interferences, the pressure on professionals has been greatly reduced again.
With Fang Jin Wuxia's attention, the four deputy leaders and the senior leaders of the Savior Guild began to coordinate and reorganize the professional offensive.
Many times, numbers are strength in themselves.
In particular, all those present were high-level bronze-level people, who were the essence of professionals in the entire central and southern Anhui Province.
And Mellon's body is a projection.
Apart from the level coefficient, the defense is not very good.
Even if each person's actual damage is only a few dozen points, hundreds of remote professionals, divided into a half-moon-shaped encirclement, can easily inflict thousands of points of total damage with just one round of attacks.
In such a large-scale war, even if a lord has 100,000 health points, how long can it last?
With each round of volley fired, there will be countless scars of varying depths on Mellon's hill-like body.
Or frostbite from frost, or scorch from flames, or even arrows as densely packed as hedgehogs.
Its body began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye.
As if sensing danger, Mellon's mental power conveyed an extremely angry thought.
It finally gave up its hide-and-seek with Fang Jin, and once again used the water of Chaohu Lake in the distance to summon the tide.
A series of terrifying water swords and rapids were mixed in, causing great damage to the professionals and creating great chaos.
In an instant, at least two to three hundred professionals were swept up in the tide and faced a fatal threat.
Professionals who did not have enough means to save their lives, or who did not have time to use life potions, were pierced by the inconspicuous water sword mixed in the turbid tide in the blink of an eye.
More than ten people were sacrificed one after another, which made Fu Chengjian and Hu Shanhai feel extremely distressed.
To vomit blood.
Unwilling to escape, Mellon took this opportunity to crawl under the mud.
The hidden mode when guarding the magic circle is reproduced At this stage, professionals have almost no spells that can effectively threaten the underground.
Even if a few people are equipped with equipment, it will only be a sporadic attack and it is difficult to form a climate.
Milelang is different.
Its body penetrated into the ground, and the damage it received was immediately reduced to minimal.
But he can stretch out his tentacles and attack professionals on the ground unscrupulously.
Moreover, this kind of attack can be described as elusive.
Every time it succeeds, its tentacles will immediately retract underground and look for opportunities again.
The surrounding professionals could only see a fleeting dark green afterimage, and could not predict where its next attack would come from.
"Everyone spread out.
Its tentacles attack range is fifty meters horizontally."
Fang Jin spoke in time and repeated the news that had been announced before, quickly bringing the somewhat panicked situation back under control.
Under his command, the unrelated professionals withdrew from the attack range of the tentacles.
There were only a dozen or so shield warriors with the most luxurious equipment, each at a certain distance, stopping within the reach of Mellann's tentacles.
They concentrated on sensing the vibrations in the ground.
Once they sensed signs of an attack, they immediately taunted and held them back.
Mellon's tentacles appeared, attacked, and retracted in one go at an extremely fast speed.
Ordinary professionals have no time to react.
Only the taunt of Shield War can force Mellann's tentacles to stop.
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Even for the evil god's projection, the taunting effect can only last for a mere one or two seconds, which is enough for a professional who reacts quickly to launch a round of attacks.
Mellonn thought that his move had no solution, but he didn't know that in Fang Jin's view, it gave human professionals a chance.
If they make the right mistake, they can cut off all six of Mellon's tentacles at the minimum cost.
By then, even if the main body is still there, the threat of Mellann will be greatly reduced.
Like a tiger without claws Zhang Lun is a member of the Bronze Group Three of the Savior Guild who has been a popular shield fighter recently, and is one of the dozen people selected.
Knowing that this battle was of great importance, he resolutely stood in the center of the attack range of Mellann's tentacles, holding his shield and moving back and forth in small steps, keeping his body active.
For the first ten seconds or so, Mellon's tentacles didn't seem to notice him.
Instead, they paid more attention to the shield warriors next to them.
Unfortunately, the speed of the tentacle was too fast, and only one shield warrior was lucky enough to seize the opportunity, succeed in taunting, and forcibly retain the tentacle.
Almost immediately, hundreds of spells and arrows were thrown over like a tide.
In order to prevent accidental injuries, everyone set the height at more than three meters.
Under the terrible disturbance of magic power, the thick dark green tentacle was beaten to pieces by the destructive attack, and shed a large pool of gray-brown liquid, trembling and escaping into the ground again.
The first success attracted spontaneous cheers from the professionals.
Zhang Lun also cheered up and secretly increased his vigilance while continuing to move in small steps to ensure that Mellon could sense his position at any time.
In the next round of attacks, Mellange, who was eager to take revenge after suffering a loss, picked him as one of his targets.
Feeling the ground below him shaking slightly, Zhang Lun immediately took two steps across and started taunting him.
However, he was too nervous and mistook the timing slightly, so that as soon as Mellon's tentacles broke the surface, his taunts were already spoken.
Not only did he fail to control the tentacle, he took the opportunity to slap it hard and was seriously injured.
Fortunately, at least six or seven priests were paying attention to him at the same time.
White lights fell one after another, replenishing his lost vitality almost instantly.
Such key protection made Zhang Lun feel more at ease.
He gritted his teeth and continued to maintain his small movements, waiting for the opportunity more cautiously.
Finally, after the six tentacles attacked the professional more than ten times, they attacked him again.
Having missed the opportunity just now, Zhang Lun's mind was unusually clear this time.
While the bodies were staggered, the sarcasm was stuck for a moment intentionally or unintentionally, and then suddenly came out.
The tentacle that suddenly stretched out, just angered by the ridicule, stayed in place and slapped him one after another.
"Chance" The mages and archers who were also waiting with all their attention were overjoyed.
They immediately changed their targets and fired wildly: