All sorts of skills rained down on the huge black eyeball in the skies as if they were free.
Even so, it did not have much effect. In the eyes of the Players, Aojo's HP bar had only lost a thin layer of skin.
It wasn't that Aojo was so powerful that the Players' skills couldn't hurt it. After all, it hadn't even reached the threshold of a god, and was at best an Abomination. That was why the Players' attacks were actually effective.
Still, as a monster with the word 'Evil Eye' in its name, its attack style was Stare.
As long as it saw something, unless it intentionally exempted it, it would continue to suffer damage.
That naturally included the Players' offensive skills. Every attack launched at it would first be nullified by its gaze, and only powerful skills that could be learned after surpassing Level 40 could withstand its gaze and deal damage. That being said, those skills would have less than a tenth of their original power by then, and the damage would naturally not be that high.
What was more troublesome for the Players was that though it was an eyeball, there was more than one scarlet pupil, and they kept moving over the surface of the eyeball.
In other words, Aojo could stare at multiple directions at the same time without leaving any blind spots!
"This can't go on. We won't empty the Boss' HP bar even if we're all exhausted!" Edward took a deep breath. It wasn't that he was physically tired, but that he was mentally exhausted.
After all, while ultimate skills beyond Level 40 were powerful, they came with high mana consumption. Even with his current mana bar, he could only sustain a few shots, and would have to keep drinking Pepsi Potions to replenish his mana whenever he was out. Still, there was a limit to that.
It was not to say that he was resistant to potions, but because of a more practical problem: anyone who had drunk Pepsi would know that it filled the stomach with energy and could not be drunk too much in a short time. Moreover, how awkward would it be if you suddenly burped in the middle of a spell, causing a backlash …
"Send me up there and try."
Joe, who had been slacking off due to the lack of range for his skills, said to Edward and the others after some thought.
He usually played the role of tank, but the uniqueness of the enemy meant that the tank was basically useless — Aojo's gaze was constantly attacking every Player around it, and the tank's Taunt skills were completely useless.
Edward shared a look with the others, before nodding at Joe.
"Got it. Be careful."
Jessica then swung Sefarim, the greatest treasure of the elves, over Joe. Gou Dan promptly turned into a black bear, picked up Joe who was half a head shorter than himself, and threw him into the air with all his might.
Then, Edward swung Happy Flames and unleashed a powerful wave of black flames, blasting Joe away from the top of the parabola that was being pulled down by gravity towards Aojo.
Eleena's Spear of Victory arrived just as the black flames were about to run out. Her luminous spear directly shattered the barrier that Jessica had put on Joe (to prevent friendly fire), reducing his HP by a notch, but it also accelerated him towards Aojo.
Naturally, Aojo had also noticed the person who was rapidly approaching it with the action of a crow taking off a plane.
Therefore, in an instant, it gathered several of its bright red pupils and looked at Charle, intending to evaporate him before he could touch it!
"I've been prepared for this! Spirit familiar! "
Joe laughed smugly, and a human silhouette appeared in front of him, assuming a cool entrance pose.
But in the next split second, most of the spirit familiar melted under Aojo's gaze.
Spirit familiar: …
Having sacrificed his spirit familiar, Joe finally reached the enemy, and clung tightly onto Aojo's true form with a hug.
The impure divine energy within Aojo's main body was stirring restlessly, the rampaging energy tearing many wounds over Joe's body. If Xi Wei hadn't harmonized the Player's HP, he would have been bleeding all over.
"It's over. Take this, my invincible strike!" Joe's muscles bulged all over, his veins popping as his MP bar was converted into physical energy similar to aura.
"Suplex —!"
Nothing happened.
Joe was so frightened that cold sweat trickled down his back, Aojo's ten thousand eyes pierced his heart, and he fell to the ground, smoke rising from his body.
Edward: "…"
Jessica: "…"
Eleena: "…"
Gou Dan: "That fool! That Boss is a permanent overlord no matter how you look at it! That's when he should use his ultimate move! "
With its ambush failing, Aojo began to focus on defending itself against the Players' ambushes. With its normal moves rendered ineffective, the battle returned to a tug-of-war.
Be that as it may, the Players were losing members faster than Aojo's HP. After all, not every Player had the money to buy Resurrection Ankh and Resurrection Armor, and as long as the Clerics and Holy Lancers could not revive their fallen comrades in time, they would be locked in a small black hut for three days.
The casualty rate was so high that even Xi Wei couldn't bear to watch.
If the battle hadn't started so suddenly, he could have done what he did in previous events and created a quicker resurrection channel, using his own divine power to prevent casualties.
Even so, it was too late to start from scratch. Moreover, the Twin City Cup had used up a lot of his divine power, and the consequences would be unthinkable if his divine power supply was broken.
'Should I just think of a way to show my divinity and slap that eyesore half to death so that the Players can finish him off?'
But just as Xi Wei was about to risk the other gods noticing his abnormality and try to show a miracle to protect his believers, a turning point in the mortal realm quietly appeared.
Mufasa kept leaping over the rooftops of buildings, attempting to approach Aojo, but was easily forced back by its triple stare.
If Aojo's combat style was unfriendly to meatshields, it was a vicious counter to Swordmasters who took the path of Kengyoku.
There was no way to block or deflect a stare, and he had to get close if he wanted to deal damage. Even so, Mufasa didn't have a good way to attack it even if he did manage to get close, let alone now that Aojo was on high alert. After all, that thing could fly!
"Oh no … my consciousness is a little …" Mufasa's HP was dangerously low after being stared at by Aojo for so long.
But just as he was about to hit the ground and turn into a crate, a figure suddenly appeared beside him and flung a streak of turbid white light at him.
In the next split second, Mufasa's HP rose by a huge chunk, and even his spirit was reinvigorated.
He looked up, thinking that it was a Player who had come to his aid, only to find that it was Alphonso, an ascetic of the Brilliant White Church, who had appeared beside him out of nowhere and healed him with holy light.
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