37: Chapter 37 It's raining, and they're all fucking monsters!

On the Thunder Roar Altar.

"Beast! Take another sword strike from your grandpa!"

Lei Zhen roared, his muscles bulging like rocks.

The giant door-sized heavy sword in his hand carried the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slashing viciously at the Thunder Roar Berserk's lightning-flickering head.

Clang!

The sound of metal clashing echoed throughout the entire Thunder Roar Altar.

Although the Thunder Roar Berserk was a Nightmare-grade BOSS, under the continuous control and debuff spells from the backline output team, its massive body stiffened.

It had no way to dodge and could only take this fully charged heavy slash head-on.

"Roar!!!"

Accompanied by a painful shriek, the Thunder Roar Berserk's mountain-like body was actually knocked back several steps by the impact of this sword.

Even the indestructible lightning horn on its head cracked, and purple blood splattered out.

"Nice! The defense is broken!"

Lei Zhen wiped the blood from his face, looking at the BOSS's health bar, which had dropped significantly, and roared excitedly: "Brothers! Keep it up! This beast has lost a fifth of its health! Its defense has been broken!"

Hearing Lei Zhen's roar, the crowd, who had been somewhat exhausted, suddenly saw their morale soar.

"Great! Finally, there's hope!"

The greed in Lin Ya's eyes grew stronger. She held her magic staff, which was embedded with thunder gems, high in the air. Arcs of electricity crackled at the tip of the magic staff as she shrieked commands: "All output units, output at full power!"

"Come on! Don't stop casting! As long as we keep this rhythm, it will be dead within thirty minutes!"

Zhao Zixuan's scripture flipped rapidly, and beams of healing light landed precisely on the front-line warriors. A confident smile hung on his face: "Steady! Keep it steady! Victory is right before our eyes!"

The members of the three battle teams were now as pumped up as if they had been injected with adrenaline, and the brilliance of their skills lit up the dim Thunder Roar Altar as bright as day.

However, just as this group of people was immersed in the fanatical joy of about to defeat the BOSS and divide the loot, a sudden change occurred.

Plop.

A dull sound of a heavy object hitting the ground suddenly rang out at the edge of the Thunder Roar Altar.

Immediately after, plop, plop, plop...

The sounds became more dense and heavy, just like countless sacks filled with sand being thrown down from a great height, hitting the hard black stone floor and making a heart-palpitating thud.

Along with these sounds, the trembling of the ground became more and more intense, as if an invisible army was descending from the sky.

"What is that sound!?"

Lin Ya, who was chanting magic, frowned, a feeling of inexplicable unease surging in her heart.

Everyone stopped their actions in astonishment, subconsciously turning their heads one after another to look in the direction from which the sound came.

At this look, everyone's pupils shrank to the size of needle points in an instant, and the color on their faces faded away in a flash!

They saw that on the open space of the Thunder Roar Altar behind them, where there was originally nothing, things were now falling down like dumplings.

Pitter-patter, all sorts of things were falling down.

No, those weren't things.

It was a black mass!

It's all monsters!

Nearly a hundred ferocious magical beasts that originally lived in the Black Forest behind the mountain were now pouring down from the high cliffs above like a black waterfall!

They fell heavily to the ground, kicking up clouds of dust and gravel.

In just a few seconds, this originally spacious Thunder Roar Altar was filled by more than half by this sudden rain of monsters!

"What the hell! What's going on! Can this BOSS summon?"

Lei Zhen shouted in disbelief, sweat pouring down his forehead like rain.

Fifteen people fighting one BOSS was currently slightly advantageous.

But the dense pile of monsters in front of them... If each monster spat on them, they would be drowned.

Lei Zhen saw this scene, his eyes almost popping out, and he almost dropped the heavy sword in his hand onto his feet: "What is this!?"

Before they could react, the next second, those monsters that had fallen from the sky and were dazed finally caught their breath.

"Roar!!!"

"Awooo!!!"

Successive roars of beasts exploded instantly, deafening.

These monsters had accumulated a belly full of fear and anger during the fall.

Now that they had landed, their scarlet eyes locked onto the group of human Professionals in the center of the Thunder Roar Altar at the first moment.

Nearly a hundred violent magical beasts surrounded these fifteen people.

Pairs of red eyes full of bloodthirsty desire were like countless ghost fires in the dim Thunder Roar Altar, making one's scalp tingle and limbs cold.

The Professionals looked at the dense crowd of monsters around them, each of them scared pale, their legs weak, and they didn't even dare to move.

The originally orderly formation fell into chaos in an instant.

"This... what is going on!?"

Lin Ya asked tremblingly, with a clear crying tone in her voice.

The magic staff in her hand was shaking violently.

This was already the third time fighting this BOSS!

She had never seen this beast tide before!

With so many monsters, it was impossible to win!

Could it be that her third challenge would end in failure again?

The Freshman Challenge Tournament was in three days.

If she failed again this time, she had no savings or time left to launch a fourth challenge against this Thunder Roar Berserk!

"Brother Xuan, what exactly is going on!?"

Lin Ya's voice carried a hint of pleading.

She hoped to get some confidence from Zhao Zixuan that the team could defeat the Thunder Roar Berserk.

However, at this time, Zhao Zixuan was also covered in sweat.

He flipped through the scripture in his hand frantically, but couldn't find any divine art to deal with this situation.

"I... I don't know either..."

He swallowed, muttering in despair: "The guide never mentioned... that this Thunder Roar Berserk had a mechanism to summon monsters! This is unscientific!"

Just then, a priest from the Holy Light Battle Team pointed at the colorful spot in the sky with a terrified look and shouted: "Look! Why is there a hot air balloon up there!?"

Hearing this, Zhao Zixuan forcibly suppressed the fear in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the hot air balloon.

When his gaze pierced through the layers of fog and saw the three faces standing in the wicker basket of the hot air balloon, Zhao Zixuan only felt a rush of blood go straight to his head. He was shaking with anger, pointing at the sky and cursing: "It's! It's you guys!!!"

On the hot air balloon, Chen Xi stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at the group of panicked Professionals below from a high vantage point.

He smiled lightly, stretched out his right hand, and waved elegantly at the people below: "Hi, everyone, long time no see."