With the start of Xu Feng's command, the numerous tanks began activating their taunting skills to drag the Petrifying Wardens and the Riftborn Sorcerers toward them.
"Call of the Attention!"
Amidst the constant shouting of their taunting skills for some reason, there were still some tanks who remained quiet and used their taunt silently.
The most common one was the Knight Lancer, who assumed an aggressive stance with their shield raised up, provoking the intended Elite Enemies to be dragged over.
As for Xu Feng, he remained quiet at the tanks who shouted their skills aloud like a buffoon.
'I shall let them continue their bad habits.' He thought to himself, unwilling to correct their behavior.
Yelling out their skills before their activation was equivalent to informing your enemies what you plan to do, so they should get prepared. Such action was extremely ridiculous and foolish.
Why would anyone want to inform their enemies or opponents of their next moves?
It can't even be counted as misdirection or deceit, considering these players couldn't multitask and do one thing but say another.
Had one of them shouted their skill name, but used another skill in reality, then Xu Feng might have praised them.
However, he was simply overestimating them too hard at the end of the day.
Amidst his thought process though, the two Elite Enemies had been successfully dragged over to their group.
"Okay, Summoners, summon your Elementalist to be decoy. Tanks continue to retain the aggro and DPS, hold your fire until I permit it." Xu Feng quickly snapped out of his thought process and assumed leadership.
Despite thinking something else during the raid, he was an experienced commander and could easily give out instructions in an instant.
This kind of ability can only be learned through experience.
It could not be learned simply through books or study or guides, considering those couldn't be compared to practical experience.
Shortly after the Elite Enemies had been dragged to the group successfully, Xu Feng emphasized their position was critical.
"Okay, DPS classes start blasting away your high damage spells." Xu Feng declared and continued, "Once I announce to rotate to the right or left, Tanks must maintain formation in the front while rotating. If you can't move your fat butt away in time, then have fun falling to the bottomless pit."
"Roger, Raid Leader!"
Most people shouted in unison, having received the command, and began blasting through the Elite Enemies.
The battle this time was different from the time when Xu Feng was dealing with the Elite Golem Wardens, given they had a higher DPS ratio and number ratio to make up for any accidental blunders.
Additionally, Xu Feng was no longer the only Cleric buffer, with numerous other Clerics around to lessen his load.
Thus, he could fully concentrate on the terrain and environmental structure.
While everyone was focusing on the Elite Enemies, Herald Fist, the leader of the Tyrant Guild, who had remained quiet throughout the raid and kept a low profile, shouted in alarm.
"Not good, these petrifying skills are AOEs and can't be blocked."
Hearing that, Herald Fist's subordinate, Ardent Lance, was dumbfounded by the situation.
"Don't be frantic and maintain formation." Amidst the commotion and astonishment at Herald Fist's discovery, Xu Feng's voice suddenly echoed through their ears.
"The petrified state could be cleansed, so fret not. Also, when the Petrifying Wardens want to make a move, you would notice them leaping up a bit to increase their scoping gaze. Try to parry him at that precise moment to stop the petrifying from activating."
With Xu Feng's timely explanation, Herald Fist and the others on the frontline breathed a sigh of relief. As for when to parry precisely, Herald Fist wouldn't need Xu Feng to babysit him and ask every detail on how to do so.
He had received messages from Ardent Lance ever since the latter was able to send them, so Herald Fist got a gist of how Xu Feng acted and behaved.
Xu Feng was similar in his aspect as a no-nonsense type but also wanted good results without needing much explanation.
'By staying lowkey and speaking up whenever there's a problem, I can establish a closer cooperation relationship.' Herald Fist thought to himself, his eyes subtly gazing at the back in which Gentle Wind was working alongside her fellow guild members.
Despite Gentle Wind being quite close with the Vanguard Guild on the surface, Herald Fist realized it was all just rumors.
With how unbiased Xu Feng acted toward her guild members according to Ardent Lance's report, Herald Fist was appreciating Xu Feng more and more.
He hated politics or mind games, but with his identity, he could not help but immerse himself in it.
While he was having such thoughts, Ardent Lance suddenly shouted, "Everyone, the Petrifying Wardens are making a move!"
"Let's parry them quickly before their petrifying activates!" Some of the Tanks on the frontline quickly declared.
Soon after, the Tanks leaped forward, hoping to bash the Petrifying Wardens to parry and immobilize them temporarily.
"No, stay on the low ground!" Xu Feng was astonished to see the ridiculous decision of the Tanks.
When had he ever told them to leap upward?
When he said parry, it was obviously meant for the DPS long-ranged classes to do.
Unfortunately, Xu Feng's warning came a bit late as he once again underestimated the intelligence of his raid members.
While the Tanks were confused by Xu Feng's warning, they soon became enlightened when the Riftborn Sorcerers, who had been delayed quite a while, started to target them.
"Ah, crap!" Herald Fist twitched the corner of his mouth as he realized his meticulous schemes seemed to have come to an end.
He wanted to display his mightiness, along with the members of the Tyrant Fist Guild, but in the end, he made a fool of himself for his aggressiveness.
After all, most of the tanks that had leaped forward were members of the Tyrant Fist Guild, and they were all beautifully lined up currently for the Riftborn Sorcerers to use the distortion of reality on them.
Being airborne, only a few managed to use another skill to forcefully slam to the floor, whereas the rest began showing signs of losing their reality.