This tacit understanding left the onlooking players in awe.
It was as if they were watching an extremely harmonious ensemble, where every note was perfect, truly spectacular.
The battle lasted for half an hour, and when the last approaching Ghost Scorpion fell, all five hundred Dark Race Warriors simultaneously sheathed their blades, standing on the seabed.
The pale blue blood in the seawater automatically gathered toward them, being absorbed and turning into nutrients for their bodies.
After absorbing all the scattered blood, An Shui was the first to act, flickering a few times to return behind the director.
The other Dark Race Warriors followed suit, returning to reassemble behind the director like swallows returning home, as if an invisible army, awaiting the next slaughter order.
The director's smile grew even brighter, and he proudly said in the voice channel:
"Team rating, show-off scoring."
