"So this is the strength of the number-one guild in the Star Moon Kingdom?"
"How high are their stats?! An MT with over forty thousand HP was one-shot in just two or three hits…"
……
Whether they were independent players watching the battle or members of the major guilds, everyone who witnessed the pillars of white light rising across the plain and the weapons and equipment raining down like a storm felt goosebumps crawl across their skin.
In everyone's eyes, Tian Zang and the Star River Alliance were the second-tier guilds within the Star Moon Kingdom, trailing only Zero Wing in overall strength. But looking at the battle now, that notion was a complete joke.
Tian Zang had brought twenty thousand people, and every single one of them was strong—strong enough to make ordinary players green with envy. Yet Zero Wing's little over a thousand fighters were like primordial beasts that left nothing but devastation in their wake.
"Guild Leader, if this keeps up, our people will be wiped out by Zero Wing before long," said Wuxia, who was directing the battle, her expression utterly grim as she watched the guild's elite members get slaughtered.
In the short time since the battle had begun, Tian Zang had already lost at least three to four thousand players.
Five or six Berserkers had charged forward, and they couldn't even hold back a single Zero Wing MT. Instead, a burst skill scattered them and dealt heavy damage—each one taking over ten thousand points of damage. Meanwhile, the Zero Wing MT's HP had only dropped by three or four thousand under the ranged bombardment, and most of that had been blocked, with less than five hundred actually getting through—only for a single healer in the backline to top him right back up…
"Fine then, Zero Wing! You asked for this!" Yixiao Duzang glared at Shi Feng, who was casually cutting down healers, and said through gritted teeth. "Tell Yidao Wanli and Duan Liushui to make their move. Worst case, we give up on the Ice-sealed King for now!"
"Use them now?" Wuxia blinked, not expecting their trump card to be deployed against Zero Wing.
"That's right. I want to see whether this Black Flame can still look so carefree once all of Zero Wing's experts are dead!" Yixiao Duzang sneered.
He had to admit that an army of experts in burst mode was terrifyingly powerful. Tian Zang had only managed to acquire a little over two hundred Skill Books for burst abilities. Two hundred people stood no chance against Zero Wing's thousand-plus fighters—the rest were simply cannon fodder. The stat gap was too vast. At best, they could cause Zero Wing's people minor inconveniences, landing the occasional scratch here and there. If they could even manage to wear down a hundred or so by the end of the battle, that would be considered a success.
But Tian Zang hadn't survived this long in the Divine Realm for nothing.
"I'll notify them right away," Wuxia said, conceding that Yixiao Duzang had a point.
If they could cripple this force of experts from Zero Wing, the blow to the guild would be substantial. After all, it wasn't easy for a guild to cultivate a single expert—especially one who had just lost their weapons and equipment. Finding suitable replacements would take considerable time.
"Yidao, the Guild Leader's orders—we're moving in," said Duan Liushui, the Battle Saint, licking his lips as he watched Zero Wing's forces charging toward them.
"So we're using it on Zero Wing. They should count themselves lucky," muttered Yidao Chengfeng, the Guardian Knight, his lips curling in a slight frown.
As he spoke, the hundred-man squad led by Duan Liushui and Yidao Chengfeng—both top-tier experts of Tian Zang—each pulled a purple-gold vial from their inventories and downed its contents in a single gulp.
Instantly, bloodshot veins spread across everyone's eyes. Their muscles bulged, their stature shot up by a noticeable margin, and a terrifying pressure radiated from their bodies, wreathed in a dense aura of blood.
But they weren't done yet. One by one, they activated their burst skills, sending their stats skyrocketing once more.
"Kill them all! Let Black Flame learn what despair feels like!" Yixiao Duzang watched as Duan Liushui led the blood-soaked squad of a hundred experts charging into Zero Wing's ranks, and a cold smile crept across his lips.