Attack! Attack! Attacks coming in from every direction!
Blades chopped in from the left, spears thrust from the right, a battle-axe swept low across his feet, and stray arrows skimmed past just above his head. Ming's field of vision was filled with enemies; every pair of eyes was locked on him, like they wanted to rip him apart and swallow him whole.
He desperately tried to distinguish which attacks he could tank, which he had to dodge, and which he needed to block.
But it was too chaotic, so chaotic he had no time to think at all. In the melee, several spells slammed into his back and side in quick succession.
Even though he endured them with various resistances, and Skills like [Regeneration] were constantly repairing his body, his injuries were still steadily stacking up.
The real killer was his Magic Power.
