What the hell just ambushed him?
Marcus barely had time to steady himself before instinct took over. He was about to scan the surroundings for the attacker when the sound came again.
Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.
He looked up.
About thirty feet ahead, more than a dozen black wind-type monsters floated silently in the air. They had clearly been waiting right at the entrance to the third level of the Mystic Turtle's Tomb, lying in ambush for careless players who rushed in without checking their surroundings. The realization hit immediately. He had not been struck by a single enemy. He had walked straight into a coordinated swarm.
No wonder the first hit had shredded over three thousand of his health.
Each of these monsters was above level fifty. Individually dealing roughly three hundred damage to him made perfect sense. Together, they were lethal.
And they were already launching another attack.
