Ren silently activated [Probe].
A stream of information appeared before his eyes.
The first thing he checked was the enemies' attributes.
Attack Power.
He frowned.
The Fieldians' ATP wasn't particularly impressive.
It hovered just below one hundred.
For ordinary players, that would have been overwhelming.
For someone like Lamir—who had arrived with twenty purchased expedition slots—it shouldn't have been enough to push his group to the brink of annihilation.
There were only five Fieldians remaining.
Against roughly ten players.
Numerically, Lamir's party still held the advantage.
So...
The problem wasn't the enemy.
It was the players.
Ren shifted his attention toward Lamir's formation.
If it could even be called a formation.
It was chaos.
Pure chaos.
Lamir himself had already advanced into the [Illusionist] class after evolving from Sprite, yet he stumbled across the battlefield with little control over either his positioning or his spells.
